The car travels down the empty dark road. There is no one and nothing for miles atop the mountain; no one to hear the condescending words being muttered the dreadful words under their breaths. No one to hear the loud sobs. They stream down her face silently holding her tears in as she leans against the window, tiny breaths fogging up the glass. It's green and grey outside, green from the trees below and grey from the skies above.
She can't help but think its dark and gloomy just like her emotions. As the patter of the rain grows, so do the hurtful words that shower upon her, as if the onslaught of raindrops only fuels their anger and disappointment. The stupid radio doesn't even come close to drowning out her parents words. She holds their scoldings close to her heart.
She just... doesn't know what to do with them. It is cruel but sometimes, she wishes they'd disappear, or she disappears, one way or another. Her mother shouts at her from the front seat. She perks up in interest, nose twitching slightly and her tears halt, but only briefly. Her mother hisses her name, and it's like a slap back to reality. She is asked why she never listens.
She's reminded of how her parents have sacrificed everything for her. She gets everything she wants. She goes to a prestigious school. She doesn't even have to do chores, but in reality when her mother goes home she would always complain on how the house was dirty and how she's the only girl in the house who is capable of cleaning, but after school she doesent even have time to rest. Simply her mother wants everything to be "perfect" she wants her grades to be perfect, she wants her performance to be perfect, even her chores has to be perfect, perfect there, perfect here, perfect everywhere.
She doesent understand... why cant her mother understand that she cant be all of that?
Akala ko gusto mo to!?! WALA KANG KWENTA!!
She shrinks, pressing herself into the seats of the car as she fiddles with her hands, biting her nails, Peeling the skin of her lips. She wants to melt into the textured fabrics. She wants to disappear. She grips her forearm tight distracting herself trying not to cry. She avoids the gaze of her mother who's just turned around.
There is so much hatred in her eyes, and she can't understand why someone would have a kid, just to look at them as an investments. There is fire in her eyes as she rolls them, and it burns away what little confidence she has in herself.The tears threaten to spill again.
Her mother whips back around to face the curve of the road ahead, glaring so furiously at the metal railings that brim the edge of the road.
"Wala kang kwentang bata"
At this comment, her father takes his eyes off the road for a second, glancing at his child through the rear-view mirror. He has a frown on he looks like he's going to burst any second. Sometimes she wonders how someone like him even became a father. He would yell at her for every mistake she made big or small.
She remembered the time her father yelled at her for forgetting to sweep the floor so he yelled at her and.... ⚠️ TW: child abuse⚠️ He slapped her in the face⚠️ she could still hear the ringing in her ear. "Tch! just wait until we get home" She winces and her eyes grow wide with fear
" Why cant you be like Pauline? her parents aren't always there but atleast she's better than you, her mom scoffed
She wanted to yell so badly but she couldn't because she would get hit again
"Lagi ka nalang masaya madali, hindi ganyan ang buhay.
She sighed
" You know that I wasn't always happy?!? you think
all the gifts could cover every single time you yelled you slapped you punched me?!?!
huh?! well think again!! she yelled
Her mother shouted and and reached for the back seat so that her mother could slap her but, her mother didint notice that she had stepped onto the the clutch trying to reach her daughter.
She saw her mom trying to slap her and...
the last thing she remembered was the sensation of falling like on of those dreams
where you thought you were falling but this time it was real. the last thing she remebered was hearing a loud crash
Her wish had happened
dang bestie thas harsh 🕳🚗
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Wicked Little Love
General Fiction☆Jong gun x Fem Reader☆ When two of Koreas most dangerous men go to a forein country to deal with business they bring back a but more than just money and forein snacks A terrible Fanfic I made to ease my life problems and have a break with stress I...
