BLISS

❛ One༉‧₊˚

♡ I am my own master even in my own weakest and most abandoned state♡

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B L I S S

"Wake me up, before you go. Ooh I need a little mo-ore, just a little mo-ore. Just a little mo-ore of your love," My alarm rang out just before it went off.

I groaned loudly knowing quite well what day it was. I hated mornings as much as I hated Mondays. The Monday which was also the first day of resumption.

How could it be Monday when yesterday was like Friday? I thought. It just suck how the weekends were meant to be short and the weekdays longer.

I buried my face deep in my pillow dragging my duvet alongside hoping that somehow we could go back in time.

I was about drifting off back to sleep when I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. I knew I had to get up if I don't want to hear scoldings my from my mum.

She had changed a lot this past years. She wasn't exactly really strict but was emotionally withdrawn. The only time we talk deeply is when she was having a break down. Her usuals was how love hurt her or when a family member is present.

Who could blame her when the man who claimed he loved her, fell out of love with her. The man who promised her forever, left her for another.

I still remember that day vividly as if it were yesterday. I had just celebrated my seventh year birthday and like always, my dad was not present. I noticed he was always away most of the time. My mum blamed it on his work claiming he got a better job opportunity across the state not knowing he was preparing to start another family there.

That night was when he left. The night I clocked seven years was when my family finally broke apart. My Mum had always said I was smarter than my age even if it seemed like I was too inquisitive, i knew all along what was going on in my family.

My mum was so devastated to say the least and It was the very day I shut my heart completely. Just imagine a young girl of that age experiencing heart break.

I remembered screaming 'I love you dad, please don't leave' repeatedly with tears streaming down my face to make my dad at least change his decision but it still did not stop him from still leaving.

What exactly is the point of showing love then?

Whatever, life moves on.

I sluggishly got up and went to the bathroom to do the morning routines. I looked at the mirror as my blue eyes stared back at me. I was of a average height and though I was lagging in exercise, I was slim and fit. I have always been asked how I cope being the only child of a single parent not out of pity but of curiosity. I usually reply them with the shrug of my shoulders. I mean I'm used to the silence and I quite enjoy it plus I have Olivia.

I quickly put on the simple outfit I picked, packed my hair into a tight pony tail and applied slight make up on my face. When I was done, i went down stairs and found out my mum had left for work. I'm guessing she left in a hurry because it was unlike of her to leave without letting me know. I wasn't complaining because I knew she needed to work to take care of our needs and pay up bills. We were really lucky she finally got a job with the government few years ago after being partially jobless doing odd jobs to keep up.

I brought out my phone to ask my mum if she had gotten to work as I opened the fridge to check for something to eat. As I was eating, my phone ranged and judging by the ringtone I knew it was Olivia, my best friend.