NEW DAY

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness 

-Khalil Gibran 

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I woke up at 5 and switched off my alarm clock. My body was sore..too sore  from yesterday's beating. I stood up from the bed, but immediately fell on the ground. 

“Ahh...“ I looked at the bruise on my body and whimpered in pain. 

“Anastasia.be..strong..strong...“ I calmed myself and stood up. Taking a step forward I went to the bathroom. 

Switching on the tap, I closed my eyes. 

Let Hot water take all my  pain. 

After taking a hot bath, I quickly put on my old clothes. Layla had told their friends to give their old and shabby clothes to me as I was so poor to afford fashionable clothes. Her friends tease me, bully me..But I took everything.. I fighted with them with my silence. 

Their bullying never able to overpower my silence, and I was proud of it. 

 

I went downstairs to do morning chores. My room was on the first floor and my aunt's room and layla room were on the ground floor. My parents' room was taken by my aunt and my room was taken by layla. After fleshing up I came into the kitchen and made breakfast for my aunt and Layla. She and her daughter  usually woke up at 7 and its 6:30

 I get ready for university.  Today I wore white pants and black top With a small white scarf on it to cover my marks.

Layla was coming from her room and wearing a white crop top and a black skirt. Her skirt was too short and her crop top shows her thin waist. She was rolling her hand showing me her painted nails.

"Where is my lunch and have you prepared breakfast for us ?"She asked me in an irritated tone, rolling her eyes giving me a disgusting look.

 

I answered "yes" and brought her lunch from the kitchen and gave it to her. She usually distributes her lunch among her friends. My aunt doesn't allow me to take lunch because it's too costly for her to provide me with three meals, so I usually eat bread for lunch which was given by the canteen lady while helping her in the serving. 

"Ana, bring my breakfast fast. I have to leave for my shop" my aunt said, emphasizing on ''my" . She knows that the shop belongs to my mom, but she usually considered herself as the owner of the shop.

"Yes aunt" I bring her breakfast on the dining table. She usually eats Lasma with juice for her breakfast so it's easy for me to prepare fast. 

"Ana today some important guest are coming, so behave yourself and take some good clothes from Layla I don't like people to call me an evil aunt who can't afford his orphan niece clothes" she said while eating her breakfast she rarely talks politely to me

"And also prepare dinner accordingly if anything wrong happens then you know I have that stick from yesterday" she smirked and finished her breakfast. She washes her hand on the bowl and takes the towel from me and wipes her hands and face.The mark of the sticks are behind my back. It was not the first time she beat me, it became her daily routine. I have bruises all over my body which I  hide from the world. I don't have the power to complain about her or else she will find new ways to hurt me.

Her punishments were the worst. I remember one of her punishments: she locked me in a dark room for two days, and  didn't  give me food because I was late in preparing her dinner.

I was always respectful to her but always treated me as a servant, after the accident of my parents I was in depression for a year. I couldn't cope with the truth that my family was no more, I used to hurt myself but reading my mother's dairy gave me some strength to fight. She always wanted me to be strong so I acted strong in front of others but I was very lonely without them. I started writing my diary to tell my parents everyday what their princess has done. 

She left for the work and then I leave to catch a city bus to go to the university

My sister Layla had an expensive car, but I didn't get that privilege even to look at her car. She was the popular girl, and I am a nerd so who wants to go with a nerd girl. I have no friends and she has many, being a topper of my class  she used to take advantage of me. She gave me homework to do.

She usually bunks her class with her friends and her boyfriend Sammy who was a popular rich boy and my biggest bully. I don't know much about him but I know his father is a businessman.

Once he pranks me by putting glue gum on my seat and that day I was wearing pants. It sticks and I have to use the stapler to cover it with the rest of the pieces . It was an embarrassing moment for me.

I can't even complain about him as his father is the major benefactor of the university so no one dares to complain about him. Once one student tried to do it, and he was humiliated by his friends.

But now I am used to with their pranks;

I arrived at my university Layla was going with her boyfriend in her Audi 8

They both were sitting very close to each other and I think they were making out, kissing each other.

Eww spray some holy water on me.

I don't care what she does but have some privacy, so I ignore them and today my First period is paths and I love math mostly people don't love math but it's my favorite subject other than management

I always wanted to work in my fathers company but I didn't get that opportunity. My father used to say "believe in yourself" but I don't have that much tolerance power like my father. He was my hero, my role model. I miss him, I miss my family.