Meriliya Sanchez (Ongoing Editing)

Prologue

Prologue 

Hello, my name's Meriliya Sanchez but I go by just Meriliya. I'm 16 and I work at a restaurant almost everyday. I have a sister, Fallon who is the same age as I am but we're not twins. Weird, I know. But yeah, my sister is 16 but she's born in January whereas I'm born in July. I asked my parents about it but I just could've kept it to myself instead. I started working at a restaurant as a waitress a couple of months back actually. Do you know why? I'm trying to save up money so I could go to college. I know what you're thinking. I'm not working because my family is going through financial difficulties. No, that's not why. My parents have excellent jobs and people who pay them well, at least that's what I know. I don't know what they do or who they work for a living but I do know they work in good jobs and they get big money. So, why not help me with my college right? Well, according to them, they are people who only just think about themselves and maybe Fallon. I don't even remember the last time they've called me, 'Honey' or even eaten dinner as a family or gone out somewhere for the holidays as four. I tried talking to them about how I feel but I just got lashed out or a slap on my face. 

I feel like me being born is a mistake. Who wants to live in a world when basically nobody gives a D to you? In school I'm one of those students who don't get noticed or is just one of those toys to make fun of. I don't want the attention from the whole school, like being one of the popular girls or something. No. I just want a friend. Is that too much to ask? That is the kind of attention I need. I remember my first friend I've ever had was in Grade 3. Her name was Kayla. She goes as Kay though. We used to always hang out together everyday. I used to stay over at her house, plus my parents wouldn't even care anyway. Hell, they don't even care to know anything that's been going on so...anyways I used to be so close to her. Also her parents are so sweet and welcoming. They understood me and my problems and just let me come over and sleepover at their house. 

That was where I felt a little loved. But that too was taken away from me. A year later Kayla and her parents had gone out to their hometown for the holidays. I used to count the days until they returned until they never did even after the holidays were over and school started. Weeks later I'm seeing police officers and a few other people surrounding Kayla's house. I decided to walk to her house to see what's going on. Just as I was about to walk in, one of the police officers stopped me.
 

Flashback!

"Where do you think you're going, little girl? " He stops me. 

"I-I um I came to see my friend Kayla?" I said timidly, the police officer just stood there staring at me as if with pity. "Please, can I go see her? She's been out for holidays and-"

"Little girl, I'm sorry to say this but your friend and her parents..." he trailed off before sighing. "They passed away two days ago..." he finally says. I didn't know I was crying until the police officer knelt down, bringing me closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he said as if those were the only words that could soothe me. 

"T-they-d-died?" I stuttered, still unable to digest the fact that my friend Kayla and her parents are gone. 

"Yes" the police officer sighed, bringing more tears to my eyes that were freely flowing down my eyes. 

End of flashback!

I didn't go to school for weeks. I wouldn't have anyone as excited as her to see me. Or to get a hug as we meet, going to our classes together, giggling at the stupidest things in class, reading together in the library, playing in the tent we had made together in her garden, dancing in the rain, singing when we're alone, all those memories are just...gone. I ended up going to school a month later though. I had to. Years passed and I'm still well, the same. Same old lonely Meriliya. So now I'm still working and just finding things I could be happy about. I can't keep going like this so might as well be grateful that I'm living and well, I've come all this way. Worse things have happened. And when I say 'worse', I mean it. Things I never expected, not even a thought. I mean, will your own parents treat you like shit and hurt you physically and mentally as well?