Birth

Met

"In a world of curses, with no escape from the mark of destiny; I was born."

27th February 2004 

I was watching my ever-loved cartoons on the grim television. Outside it was showering- yes! The same shower my mother used on me in the room of an old-scary washing machine. I often talked to the witches that possessed it, that only appeared when it was midnight.  I wondered what kind of a shower would spread its water everywhere, especially from the sky. 

The fact now I couldn't go and play with the other girls, ached my heart. My name? Miku it is! But you can call me Hannah, that's my nick name! No, you thought wrong. Just because I watch Hannah Montana videos doesn't mean I am her fan! Hannah is different from Hannah Montana! Hannah is me! Thats right.

"Miku sweetheart, its dinner time"

My mom, who was the most beautiful girl in the world, gestured me towards my little table. And let me tell you, Barbie looked like her! Blonde hair, blue eyes and sweet words! I wish I was blonde too, or maybe I had blue eyes. Blue and green are said to be rare, I wish I was rare! But I know for sure that I am different from all the girls out there! 

"Princess wash your hands first." My dad smiled. I often wondered; did I belong to a prestigious family of royals? Not the royals from 'Rock n Royals' but the kings! The queens! And the princess! Where was my prince?! I sulked at the dinner table. 

"Mom, I want a prince.."

"Love, prince will find you one day.."

I shrieked, "No! I want him! I want him! When will he come to save me from bad people?"

"Miku, who are the bad people?"

"The witches who scream at night. I hear it from the living room!" I blurted out. I just couldn't hide it anymore. Every night I was troubled because of the loud noises in our house. I usually went to sleep between 8pm and 11pm. But every midnight I was woken up from loud crashing sounds from outside. Those witches always came to scare me, playing with my toys on purpose! 

I looked at my mom, expecting her to scold me. But all I could see was a tinge of sadness, in her dark navy eyes. Why did she look sad? She looked ugly with those lines over her cheeks. She should smile more! But I refrained from speaking my thoughts loud. I continued eating my food, trying my hardest to not make my munching audible to one's ears. It's considered inappropriate, right? 

30th April 2005

I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and placed it adjacent to the wall of the living room. My mom and dad were fighting...

I wanted to stop them, but dad told me not to come in until he said so. Did he hurt mom? Why was she crying? It was so painful to hear them. I placed the glass back onto the shelf. I hate when I hear her cry. When I hear her shout, scream. Last night he broke my favorite vase. I will never forgive him. Why were bad things happening? My best friend Linda lost her older brother in an accident. She came crying to school last week, since then she stopped playing with me.

11th June 2006

Mom left us. She doesn't talk to me anymore. She left me alone. My dad tries his best to make me happy. I don't like hurting him, so I laugh a lot. My laughs are always hearty.  But I think he notices every time I laugh for no reason.  He loves me to the moon and back. I wish I could make him happy. I once tried cooking rice for him, but it didn't work. Seemingly I had used the gas in a wrong way. Last week it was my birthday. My dad hosted a party, but no one came. Linda, Rosette, Clim, Rider...they were all studying. But so, what? Me and dad had so much fun! I popped all the balloons, while he lit the candles on the chocolate cake, my favorite! He played my favorite songs, and we sung together!

You are my sunshine,

my only sunshine

you make me happy, when skies are gray.

and do you know dear, how much I love you?

Please don't take my sunshine away...

13th June 2006

My dad fell on the ground. I watched in horror as he was breathing heavily. It happened when we were having our midnight walks, when out of nowhere he stopped in his tracks and stood still. He placed his hand over his chest, gasping for air. 

"What happened dad?! Dad!"

I yelled my lungs out. No one was near us, no one could hear us. I searched for my dad's phone in his pocket, only to find our family picture crumbled up. I wailed. In between my cries, I caught sight of a moving figure. He was a scary-looking man with torn clothes. One part of him announced he didn't belong here, but other part of him seemingly talked about our familiarity. 

I ran up to him, screaming, "Something happened to dad! Please!"

I pointed towards dad, upon not hearing his heavy breaths anymore. The scary-looking man looked at me, his eyes expressing sadness and a tinge of fear as well. His eyes spoke 'Death' to me. I wiped my tears, as I was about to ask him to call an ambulance. 

"Sweetheart, it's too late." Gentle words escaped the man's mouth. The gentle giant placed his hand on my head, caressing my hair. My heart ached even more. Everyone leaves me, everyone hates me. Mom left us because of me, she despised me to her very core. Linda made new friends, and now...

"Dad left me too." Empty words escaped from my lips. And soon they were followed by my empty tears. I cried silently, wishing it to be just another nightmare. As usual, first I would wake up in a frenzy. Then my mom would open the door and plant a good morning kiss on my cheek. And my dad would be reading his favorite newspaper while we would have our breakfast. And all my memory of the nightmare would flourish! Isn't that how it was supposed to be? Am I all alone now?

"Mister, please don't leave me.." I cried. He smiled, 

"I am here, as long as time."

And after our conversation, I realized the man wasn't as scary as he looked. He really was a gentle giant with the name, Marcus.