On the day of the college entrance exam, I was dragged into a van. My parents married me off to a 30-year-old bachelor from the village. I cried and begged them to let me out of the car so I could take the exam, but my pleas only earned me a hard blow to the head.
For the next three years, I became a 'dog' living in a cellar, chained by the neck. I didn't need clothes or dreams. The words, formulas, and phrases gradually faded from my memory. By the time I had forgotten everything, I could no longer endure it and smashed my head against the protruding bricks on the wall, ending my life.
Little did I know that my three years of high school education would serve me one last time in this life, helping me end it swiftly and painlessly.
