𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦 ~ 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

Chapter 9

"My mother wrote my life since the day I was born, I had to do everything she said so because that was the right thing to do.. Yet, the older I got the older I realized I didn't want anything she was planning for me".

Hands meticulously taking the things she was going to need, placing them neatly inside her bag, some seeds, fruits, clothing, blankets and a couple of knives.

"If I ever do something wrong, I'd get punished for my mistakes; because women are supposed to be perfect and act in a feminine way".

Society has made women do things to fit in the shape they created, force them to act and say things they don't want, accepting the mistakes from someone else's and put the blame on them instead of the predator.

That's the thing with a closeminded person, they think that pushing down someone until their breaking point would finish then finally.

That's just a mistake.

Because when a person reach the end of the depths, the only thing left to do it's to go up..

Higher and higher until the breeze kiss your cheeks.

A person that was told for years the things they couldn't do, would one day reach their goals like an untamed beast.

And so did she..

Walking slowly and opening the sliding door, the girl looked back for a second to memorize the inside of the house that saw her grew up until she was sixteen years old.

Sixteen years of having to do what the adults said, her only way to cope with it was to do as they pleased so she could be rewarded with an hour to play outside.

The walls that heard her cry until she fell asleep, the sound of the slaps her mother gave her everytime she said she didn't want to get married, the screams, the coldness, the day she lost her little sister.

Bruises on her knees and elbows, the overwork getting noticed on her bare skin, expensive kimonos and customized yukatas. The girl learned how to talk to a man before she knew what a hug was.

Not anymore..

The house that was hell was now just a memory.

That last look until she closed the door behind her and never returned, her feet took her far away from it, looking for a better place, a healthy and nice one she could call home.

Leaving the kind people she knew in the village and the best friend she had for six years.

But the world is spherical, no matter how much we run away from our problems they would always find us.

So instead of running away, the best option is to run towards them.

No matter the season, or how freezing it was outside, if she was barefoot or if her clothes were dirty, there was just one thing she loved to do.

She loved dancing.

It didn't matter if there was no melody, the way she reached her hands to the sky, how her hair moved in mid air, her feet tiptoing the ground, her wide smile.

It was that sensation.

That she could finally be herself, showing who she really was.

Her cheeks hurt the day she finally smiled on her own.

Coming from a wealthy family that had it all she was just a puppet that had nothing but a strong heart.