Hollow (under editing)

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Ally

I went back to my hometown, Oakland. For my mother's funeral. Ooh how I miss living here. I used to be so cheerful and happy when I was here.

I remember the time, when I used to give some of my neighbors fresh flowers every single day.

While my father was busy taking care of the company that my Pop-pop gave us. Me and my mother take good care of our flower shop.

I knew my family gets too much profit from the sales of the company, but my mother still chose to have a flower shop.

She loved flowers so much. I can't remember the time that she ever complained about growing it.

I was usually the one to pick fresh flowers everyday from our humongous garden. And I would set aside some of them so I could give it to some of my neighbors, to help brighten their day.

But it wasn't for a long time. Nothing lasts forever. My happy life just came crashing down. My whole world turned upside-down.

After my mother's funeral, I immediately went home and locked myself in my room.

I knew it was all my fault. I knew it was. My mother was right, I'm a menace to this family. A disgrace. I don't deserve to be a Winfeild.

They've brought so much honor for this family and now I'm really screwing things up.

My grandfather once told that I would be a great business woman because I came from a family of business men and women.

"Sorry Pop-pop, I just couldn't." I whispered as if he was here with me right now.

"I brought too much shame for this family already. I don't really deserve to be a Winfeild." I cried.

"So, I have to end this now before I could even harm anyone again." I said while getting a knife.

Before I could even end my life, a loud knock from the door interrupted my attempt.

"Sweetplum, are you okay? Open the door please." My stepfather begged. I had nothing to do but open the door.

He was a good second father to me though, so he deserves to be respected. But atleast, for the last time I could say goodbye to him before I end my life.

"Thank God you're okay! I was so worried about you, Ally." He whispered to me as he hugged me tightly. It was so comforting.

It was like my father was alive again. It was like he came back to life just to comfort me.

"Thank you." I told him.

"No need to thank me honey." This time, it sounded differently. It didn't sound comforting anymore. It didn't sound fatherly-like. It was so different.

"Whaa...aat do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"Oh come on, Ally. You knew it was all an act. You knew I married your mother just because of you." Oh no, this can't be happening. No, no, no. "I never loved your mother, I loved you."

"Stay away from me!" I pushed him away while crying.

"Come on Ally, I knew you wanted this." He hissed as he walked towards me. He got closer and closer until I can feel his breath.

"Go away! Leave me alone! No!"

"Ally, Ally. Come on sweetplum!" He whispered as he locked gaze with me. But before he could do anything, I remembered that I am still holding a knife.