Billions of people walked the earth. Each of these persons had a convoluted story that led up to this point in life. Birth, death, tragedy, heartbreak, love, revenge, betrayal. Factors like those kept the earth in constant rotation. Looking at a person, you could never reveal their story or everything they had been through. To us we are all just another human being walking along the street.
'Never judge a book by its cover' is the slogan we all should live by but let's face it, that will never happen, the earth was and still is cruel. Humans will always be judgmental and sick. Liars, murderers, thieves. Greedy for information where it didn't concern them.
How foolish is it to know humans are liars but we can't realize when they are lying and what they're lying about.
In the scheme of things. We are all broken in a trillion pieces that were shoved onto earth and forced to become one again.
As long as life existed, so would too much hate and never enough love.
"Baby can you pick your toys up?" my mom asked. I ran up to my room and did what she told me to. I ran back to the kitchen to see her doing her homework as she calls it. "Mom, why do you have so much homework and you're a grown up?" she ruffled my hair that took me 10 minutes to get like hers. Mom I groaned and she smiled "Well, Lain I'm a teacher so I have to grade assignments and plan my next lesson." I think she said because I was trying to fix my hair that was cut short when she ruffled it again. "I like your hair when it's wild and free". She said and I smiled.
"Get up!" my dad screamed which brought me back to reality and out of dreamland I groaned, but before I could get a chance to open my eyes I felt a blow to my face "Look at the time You should've been up 30 minutes ago!" he screamed his breath reeked of alcohol. "I'm s-s-sorry" I pleaded "You're sorry?" he asked with a small chuckle. He pulled me up by my long jet black hair then pulled me to the bathroom and threw me on the floor "No, please don't" I pleaded but he ignored me. A tear rolled down my cheek, after a while of trying to get him off me but with no avail I decided to just give up and lay still "Mom please help me." I prayed.
After about 30 minutes he was finally done. "Go take a shower and come down stairs to make breakfast." I slowly got up and went into the shower. As much as I wanted to stay in the shower a little longer I couldn't because I was already late for school and I had to make breakfast for the monster I call my father.
I quickly got dressed and made my way downstairs and to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast quesadillas but to avoid any more trouble from the man I once recognized as my father; I took a granola bar and started my journey to my second hell, most people called school.
I took my usually path to school. School was usually about a 15 minute walk from my house, but this time I walked slowly so it took me a whole 30 minutes. Even though I was already late before I left the house I really needed to prepare myself for the hateful glances, looks of disgust and the name calling.
I walked through the doors of school just as my first class ended. I walked with my head low to try and hide from everybody, so that no one would realize I was there. I successfully made it to the classroom where I would have to tolerate Mrs. Jones the teacher that hated me, for what reason? Only God himself knows. I made my way to the back of the classroom just by the window and took a seat.
Mrs. Jones was a petite, tanned woman that wore too much makeup and too little clothes.
After five minutes students start making their way into the classroom and started fulling up the seats and shortly after Mrs. Jones made her way into the classroom looking like she left a club and came straight to work.
"Good morning class, today we will be talking-" she started but I didn't hear the rest of her sentence because I blocked her out and started doodling in my notebook. Drawing was the only thing that kept me sane.
I looked up at the mention of my name 'Ms. Smith, would you mind telling the class the answer to the problem?' she asked with a fake smile. 'Yes I would' was my reply with the same fake smile she wore.
The rest of the school day was a blur and it was time for me to go home and get to work.
Even though I didn't need a job because my family was wealthy. It was an escape from everything.
I worked at a small café called 'A cup of joy' it was owned by an old woman by the name of Ms. Green that was like a mother to me.
I made my way home and sighed in relief when my father's car wasn't in the driveway. I made my way up to my room and changed into the itchy café uniform I had to wear. The uniform was yellow with white polka dots and puffy giving a 90's vibe. If I didn't love and respected her I would've asked her to change the uniform.
I took my keys and made my way to garage to my baby bubbles. I know you think she is some ugly blue old car but she is a midnight purple tesla, the car my mother bought for me before she died unexpectedly.
I started the car and made my way towards the café that was an hour away from my house.
My shift ended around 9pm. Sighing when I saw my father's car in the driveway I made my way into the house and saw him unconscious on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand.
I threw the bottle away, placed a blanket around his body and cleaned up a little.
I made my way to my room and went straight to the bathroom to complete my night routine and made my way to my bed.
I have never been afraid of the dark. The monsters under my bed were more than welcomed to make themselves known; with that thought I allowed darkness to consume me.
