Blue Gray

Chapter 1

Going to school, hanging out with friends, creating new memories; this is how her daily life goes. It's simple and normal for a 17-year old girl who has a dream she couldn't possibly reach because her future was already decided by her parents; a girl who will not get tired of forgiving others who offended, betrayed and hurt her countless times; and a girl who wouldn't want to be a bother to the world.

One day she had a day off at school but she was still studying. Then her mom came and asked "You have another exam?" "No, I'm just reading" she answered, "Well, just don't let your grades drop, okay?" and her mom left. She was used to it, she was always treated coldly by her parents.

While having dinner with her whole family, she couldn't feel happy because the atmosphere was too heavy.

After dinner she went to take a bath before going to bed, and on her way to her room she overheard her parents fighting over something.

"Why would I have to sell my things? You know I worked so hard just to buy them!" exclaimed her mom. "But I'm only saying this as an option if we encounter some difficulties at the company. Let's just be wise in handling our money for now." answered her dad.

"If we only had 3 children!" "If only we didn't had Irene!"

"Lucia, how could say that?!" her father said with a big shock on his face.

"But don't you think so? Or maybe she could just get a job and live on her own, well I think she'd like it."

"Stop it Lucia! I'm not hearing anymore of this!"

Irene hurriedly went back to her room. She mailed her friends, even called them but none answered. All she wanted was someone to talk to, someone who could be there for her, someone who'll listen and understand her emotions but she wouldn't say anything anyway.

That night she wrote on her diary before going to sleep, like she usually does.

June 11

I heard what she said. I know they hate me. I want to talk to someone, but who? I want to go somewhere far away from here, but where? Will I ever have a place to be? Will I ever have someone who'll treat me like I'm important?

Did I really had friends? If I did why wouldn't they answer my call? Maybe I've been alone all my life. Maybe I'm better off alone.

Maybe they'd be happy when I'm gone...