oblivion h.s

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Ob·liv·i·on - the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.

Perfection & Paparazzi

The last 6 years of my life have consisted of these two things.

Perfection

it seems like in the eyes of my father I never will be good enough. And the standards that he puts on me weigh on my everyday decisions. His life is nothing like the one I want to live. Everything that he does is being watched by the whole country. He can't do anything without someone saying something about it. In the eyes of the country, he will never be good enough.

Paparazzi

Ever since my father became the president, I can't go anywhere without feeling suffocated by people and cameras in my face.

They are everywhere.

All I want is to be able to escape the perfection my father expects out of me and the paparazzi that appears at every corner.

Before he became president, life was easy, well as easy as being British in America can be. I was adopted when I was young by a couple who wanted to love me or said they wanted to love me, unlike the parents who brought me into this world. But the main reason they adopted me was to make my father look good so people would elect him.

Most of my younger years consisted of playing with the other kids that were in my foster home. Once I moved to America things started to change. My new parents started to show the real side of them. I was constantly blamed for bringing more hardships into their lives.

I never felt truly loved, even if they told me they loved me. My whole life has been filled with people pretending to love me and acting like they care.

I thought these people were going to change that, but they just added to it.

Once my father ran for president and won the election, it only got worse. As the press was always in my face and asking me questions I had never felt more alone.

Which led me to what I am now...

A hitman with an addiction.