"Why did I even let a child like you come to this world?!" Those words were enough to leave a damage in my chest. It made my heart sink to the bottomless pit. However, I chose to smile and greet her like any normal daughter who had just got home from school. What can I do? I am used to this treatment from her. Getting treated like trash is not new to me."Good day, Mom. I hope you're doing well." I could sense she was watching my every move and then started to bombast how her day went. Her voice faded when I saw the corners of the house. Disastrous. That's the only word that came to my mind. It reeks of alcohol, sweat, and a mountain of her dumps is centralized throughout the house. I stop, thinking that cleaning this whole place drains me. I shrugged off the tremendous feeling weighing on my heart and then commenced cleaning the house.She carried me for nine months. I was born into this world because of her. I have to serve her because, honestly? Even if I dare to run away, I do
“LANI!” I jumped in surprise when my mother called me again. This time, her voice thundered all over the corner. I gulped, then hurriedly made my way toward the lounge, only to find out how messy the whole place was.It’s on weekends. I don’t have school to attend or a job. I merely work on Monday and Wednesday. Sometimes Tuesday, when I don’t have much on my plate. “I notice you’re hiding something from me.” My whole world went ballistic, and my breathing became shallow. “W-what do you mean?” I tried to smile my way through but it was useless.“A mailman always wanders outside the streets. It’s not like you often see one unless there’s a letter to be delivered.” I bit my tongue and shrugged my shoulders casually. If I say anything, I know she would just cause havoc. I turned around, deciding to ignore her. I was about to walk away when I felt something solidly hit the back of my head—a loud shattering of glass rings in my ear simultaneously. Drip. Drip. Drip. Something was le
I almost dropped the letter when I almost lose my balance. The rain was hollering that it’s deafening my ears. My wounds are still swelling but I couldn’t care about it. I gripped the letter in my hand tightly while running through the heavy rain.“P-please…be there…” I mumbled, hoping that he’s still in our meeting place waiting for me.My tears didn’t stop from streaming down. My emotions are going along with the weather today. Good thing that no one is around or no cars are passing by to see how miserable I look today. I have no umbrella with me.My mother thought I don’t have the strength anymore to move. Unfortunately for her I found my reason to live my life.I just hope she wouldn’t notice that I was missing in the yard. I just hope she’s thinking that I am just inside my room, minding my own business.I wiped off my face so I could see clearly since my tears are burying my vision. I continued and advanced without giving up. After hours of running I finally managed to reached m
“Babe, who is she?”The woman glanced at us back and forth. She looks at me disgustingly when she get to realized I was covered with bruises, wounds, and scars.“I-I don’t know her, babe. She’s asking for my help and-”“Don’t talk to her! She’s filthy!”I slowly stood up from the ground, backing away. All my life I have been familiar with pain and aches but this time as if something had stabbed me right in the heart because I couldn’t breath properly.“Babe! Don’t say something like that!”While the two are busy arguing, I left the place in an instant.“Miss! Wait!”It was still raining when I reached the highway. I glanced from my shoulder and saw Adam was following me. There was a hint of concern in his eyes. He was raising his hand, trying to reach out for me but I vanished from his vision when a car drove passed between us.I run away while tears are streaming down my cheeks. I was a fool! My heart is still heavy and loaded with void I have to shake it away to focus myself on the
I slowly back away while shaking my head in fear.This can’t be. H-how is this possible? Am I talking with the wrong person this whole time? Just when I thought my life would be completely okay because of him sudden turns of events surprised me.I have a lot of question in my mind. How did this letter got here? It’s obvious that this is his hand writing. Could it be that my mother brought this letter here in my room? I shake my head. But that’s impossible since my good for nothing mother teared the letter right in front of me.So, it’s hopeless for her to let me see this. Unless…My eyes widened and I suddenly drop the letter on the ground. I scoop away from it while thinking of horrible things that could happen.He escaped from prison…and he’s on his way here. If this letter came here inside my room. Does that mean-Suddenly, the door burst open in my room causing me to jump in surprise. I glanced at the door, thinking it was Adam. My heart beat quickened at the thought as I was curi
It was cold, unbearable even. The darkness that surrounded me seemed to solidify the cold, and I couldn't feel my feet anymore.For what felt like hours, I had been confined in this solitary room with no way out. Panic set in as I tried to find a way out of this eternal gloom. But try as hard as I could, there didn’t seem any hope at all. My heart sank in despair and desperation kept building up inside me.I've had enough, a part of me is screaming to give in and accept whatever comes next. But still, something inside me remains determined to soldier on. Every time I consider surrendering, these incredible events continue to occur. It's almost as if the universe is conspiring against my hopelessness and despair; trying it's best to remind me that there's still beauty and joy amidst all the darkness that life throws my way. I want to close my eyes and step away from all this pain but no matter how hard I tried to run away.I had always been hesitant to take any action from this point,
He stepped back so that he could survey me properly once the ropes were removed.The knots came undone, and the rope slid off of my body and pooled on the ground at my feet. In that instant, I felt both a sense of relief at being released from my bonds and a sense of unease as I heard him take a long breath in while contemplating me.Despite the encouragement of my eyes to look up and meet his, they remain planted firmly on the ground staring directly at my palms. His request is spinning around in my head, yet I still can’t bring myself to do it.“Undress yourself.”I suppressed the lump forming in my throat. He did rescue me from danger…but at what cost?I know deep down I could do it. There's no point in trying to resist after all. My life is already a mess, nothing but a useless piece of rubbish. Yet, there is one thing that stops me from speaking up for myself and that is fear and rejection. Fear of getting pushed away again because I wasn’t enough, fear of being shouted down once
I slowly lifted my lids, feeling a warmth on my skin. I opened my eyes to find the source of the light and immediately shut them again when the glare hit me in my face. It was blinding, yet somehow it gave me a sense of security.A few moments later, when my eyes had adjusted to the brightness, I peered around cautiously. It was coming from outside; sunrays dancing along bright blue skies and illuminating every corner of the room with its warmth.I blink rapidly, my mind racing with questions as to what is going on and why I'm here.My gaze shifts around the room, taking in its unfamiliarity. It's well kept, expansive and everything appears to be in its rightful place. Is this heaven? Did I die somehow? Even after searching through my memories of life before this moment, there's no recollection of ever having a living space that looks as comfortable and luxurious as this one does now.I remember what it was like living in that dilapidated room, not even having the luxury of a bed. Des