In the middle of the night

I hate my birthday

~It only takes a moment to make the walls but a lifetime to tear them down.~

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That was the first time I cried myself to sleep, the first time I felt unwanted. The day I began blaming myself for the lack of love my parents gave me. As I cried myself to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder why I ever did, I was four years old and my brain was starting to process things that other four years olds shouldn’t even know about.

As I snuggled down into my bed, I cried and whimpered and sobbed, and then as I began to realise what my mother had just done, I cried even harder, and I vowed to myself that day I would never let my walls down, never let anybody see the true me. This may sound like a 12 year old talking but my mothers housekeeper must have found enjoyment in teaching me to read, and teaching me about feelings and emotions, although if my parents ever found out that was what she did they would fire her in an instant.

I woke up the next morning looking like hell warmed over, I padded down the stairs my usual big appetite had deserted me, and my bubbly persona had vanished. This is where it all started. I was a broken four year old, literally I couldn’t wait till I left home. At four you ask? If you lived with parents who hated you unconditionally you would want to leave home as well.

Tomorrow was my fifth birthday, I wasn’t excited to me it was just another day where I got some stupid gift that I would never use-this is how thoughtless my parents are. I went to sleep that night and I hoped tomorrow would be better….

I woke up to see my mother sitting at the end of the bed; she looked like one of those wicked witches, one that has a disguise to cover her inner ugly. “Morning Niall, here is you gift” she said giving me a small FAKE smile, I looked at her and closed my eyes momentarily “Thank you” I said as I slowly pulled off the wrapping to reveal a set of keys… “Mum, why do I need keys?” “In the garage” she said without a smile he facial expression showed she clearly did not want to be in my presence.

I ran out of my room, not caring about my mother, I was excited the most excited I had been for years. I flung open the door and there stood my very own mini Ferrari “Yay” I yelped as I ran over to my baby. She was a bright red sleek and shiny car and I loved her…more than my own parents, I know how sad. I looked up and saw my parents staring at me their faces giving nothing away, I hopped into my car and drove out of the garage quickly, and the tension in the air was too much for a small fragile person such as myself.

I drove around and around for hours never tiring from the constant fun of my fifth birthday. I walked inside latter that afternoon to see both my mother and father sitting in the kitchen, “Niall son, we need to talk to you about school” my father said, as I clambered up onto a stool and sat down “yes dad, when do I start?” I questioned “In a week” my mother’s cold voice popped up “Yay school” I smiled one of my rare smiles.