Ready to Run

Chapter 1 - The Wedding

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Love is the king of the emotions, the queen of pleasures. We work, we play, and we have our pleasures, but we cannot realize ourselves as individuals, we cannot flourish, without being able to be loved and to be in love.

But you will never like to experience this kind of love in my life.

It was my 19th birthday when my parents introduced me to this guy named, Axel. He's a law student from a rich and prosperous family. Smart, handsome, has big income, charming, has loads of money and can buy anything whoever asks for. I wasn't that. It was them, their faults. My parents. I never liked when my parents do that, but who am I to judge? To speak? To contrast? Everything they say, they get. They never listened to my side. How could that be even possible for a parent to do that to their own daughter? Well they believe I was a mistake. I was a daughter of my mother's mistake. What I meant by mistake is I wasn't meant to be here because I wasn't planned to be here. I shouldn't be existing in  this cruel world.

My mother had an affliction with a famous band vocalist whom she just met a day before they made me. My dad found out that I wasn't her daughter when I was seven years old. My mother had tried different types of abortion, but unfortunately or fortunately, I gripped tightly and I'm still here, completely normal.

My other friends believe I'm a miracle baby, but who knows? Maybe I wasn't lucky enough or the word lucky is as opposite as they meant.

My life is pretty confusing. Full of dramas, oppression, ruthlessness and failures, but I still need to get up and continue running till I reached my finish line.

Usually, when a woman is going to get married, she can't wait for it to come. She'll prepare and set everything. She'll predict and imagine what her future will be with his new husband, planning to have their own business, family and grandchildren.

To me, it's all opposite. I don't care. I don't suggest anything for my wedding, well if I only could, I would suggest dying. I would suggest stopping it.

"You're so beautiful." My mother's voice echoed around the silent room, spinning my shoulder so I could face her.

"Why do you look sad?" She lifted up my chin to look her in the eyes, but I looked away.

"Ice. " She spoke as I groaned in respond. She forced me to look back at her as I did.

"I'm doing this for you, for us." She said with enraged face while gritting her teeth. I looked straightly at her dark brown eyes, it seemed like it was full of angry, egotism and eagerness.

"So do whatever we ask you to. It's not a request, it's an order." She threatened.

I didn't notice tears were silently streaming down my cheeks. I tried so hard not to create any sound or even a small hint for her to notice that I was crying. I tightly grip my gown, trying to release my emotions out. She released my chin violently and walked out slamming the door.

I looked in the mirror wearing the wedding gown they'd bought and forced me to wear. The make-up was almost ruined. My chin has an appalling bruise from her strong grip. I felt so down. This day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day I could never forget. The day I've been waiting for so long but it was completely all opposite.

I fixed myself. I couldn't do anything for now, but I surely will leave this hell. I couldn't live like this.

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Everything was set as the ceremony started. The orchestra started to play and my soon-to-be-husband was waiting for me. I walked on the isle while holding my flowers, but before I reached the altar, a screamed interrupted all of us.

There was a kid on the belfry that was stuck inside. They all screamed and went outside before the kid could do anything. While everybody was worried, a good or maybe bad idea came inside my mind.

I thought maybe it's time to escape this life. A chance to change everything.

I took off my heels and brought up my gown so I could run properly. When everyone else was busy, I sneaked and started to run as fast as I could. I heard my mum screaming and calling my name so I quickly searched for something to hide. I quickly jumped on the truck that was parked near the church and locked myself inside.

I quickly got inside so they couldn't see me. It was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I could feel that I was in something soft. I think I went inside a truck of pillows? I gasped for air, but I got weak because it was really hard to breathe.

I lied down as I felt the beat of my heart against my chest; it was fast.

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