MY LIFE IS JUST TOO CRUEL. I can't help but wonder, why out of all the people living in this world, why the hell am I the one in this fucked up situation?
If a living Cinderella exists, I would say that's me, just minus the glass slippers and prince charming. My life wasn't originally like this. I had a loving mother and a hardworking father. They loved each other dearly. My life was nearing perfection. But after a that seven years of bliss, my mom just have to caught that stupid lung cancer, stage 4.
I was just a child, so I didn't know how to take it seriously. I thought her condition wasn't serious. If only I had known earlier that she wouldn't be with me for long, I wouldn't have left her side. I should have hugged her and never let go. I should have told her how much I loved her and repeated it over and over.
The end of my mother's life was the start of my nightmare. My dad was broken beyond repair. He became a douchebag. I still remember when he suddenly started bringing different women to our house after weeks of being absent.
I was just a child, but even I could understand what kind of garbage he was doing. Even though my mom was already dead, more likely because she just died that I couldn't stand the sight of my father with another woman. It was disgusting. Anger slowly built up in my young mind. He was kissing and touching another woman as if I didn't exist in his house. As if my existence didn't matter at all.
My old man became a glorious asshole of a father. After three years of him fucking around, I was already ten years old. Ever since Mommy died, he stopped taking care of me. He didn't even talk to me anymore. During those times, I poured all my anger and pain into studying.
My life was too much of a mess that I hadn't even considered making friends. I've built up walls. Everyone around seemed like a fraud. During those three years, I didn't hear a single word from my father. I didn't even try to talk to him because of my resentment. My pride wouldn't allow me to do it.
All the things he did. Coming home with different women, no matter how many there were. Coming home drunk. Breaking things in the house for pointless reasons. It was ridiculous. I haven't met anyone as foolish and disgusting as he is.
I kept my mouth shut all this time. I want to believe that he's hopeless but my young more foolish heart was hoping, silently waiting for him to realize his mistakes and make it up to me again. Maybe that makes me hopeless too. But.. One day when he came home with baggages, a woman who looked like a decade younger than him and a young girl around my age, I was this close to exploding.
Who are they? I wanted to ask, but the pain and anger inside me were too strong. My hands were shaking as I watched my goddamned old man spoiling his mistress's child like she was his own daughter. Like he doesn't have a daughter of his fucking own! Damn it!
I was so frustrated. I've always felt lonely but this made me realized that I really was alone. And I was right. That witch! Witches! My stepmother and her daughter took advantage of my old man's wealth. Not long after that, they started treating me harshly. I was the real daughter, and they were just intruders in the mansion, yet they acted as if I were a poor mouse that had lost its way into the territory of tigers. They turned me into a slave in the house. Those hypocrites!
My goddamned father knew about it, but he just let it go. He insisted on ignoring me. I was young. I couldn't fight back. I was so pathetic, and that lasted for twelve more years. Until the moment I became too fed up to the point where I already decided to end my own life.
On the top of an abandoned ten-story building, I stood and looked up at the sky. It was dark, and the stars weren't visible.
A couple of seconds, water started dripping on my face. The drops of water kept increasing until the rain poured.
I smiled as I felt the warm water from the cold flowing down my cheeks. It wasn't the raindrops, it was my tears falling. I smiled bitterly. This is just perfect. I felt the sadness of the sky. It was grieving for me. I couldn't help but feel happy because through this rain, I could feel the support of the heavens for whatever I want.
I closed my eyes.
It's better this way... I'm too tired... way too tired... I want to rest now...
Smiling, I let myself fall from the top of the building... I will be free... At last...
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Agh! What feeling is this? I feel irritated for some reason. So noisy!
"Laine, baby girl. Say hi to Daddy! You see me? I'm your Daddy!"
I tried to feel my body. I'm alive? Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was almost blinded by the light. This is so strange. Am I in the hospital?
"Honey, she opened her eyes! My little princess finally woke up! Isn't she so cute? Right?"
"Of course, she'll wake up! You're so noisy, Lorenzo!" a woman's annoyed voice replied.
Uhh... definitely not the hospital. That, I can at least tell. There's just no way any hospital can be this loud.
I tried to speak to silence them, but I couldn't. Wait, that's strange. What the heck happened to my voice?
As my vision cleared, I finally saw my surroundings clearly. I was in a crib. A baby crib. Then, there's a man and a woman watching over me. Why do they look so big?
Who are you? Why am I here? And how the heck did I fit in this stupid crib?
I have so many questions, but I can't speak. Why can't I speak? Damn it! What's happening?
I raised both my hands. And as I did, my heart skipped a beat. It felt like I was splashed with cold water. My hands. Is this my hands? Why? Why are they so small? As if they belong to a child.
I paid attention once again to the two people now looking at me. They seemed like a newlywed couple. The man had gleaming eyes as he watched me, and the woman just smiled at me while giving her husband a sharp glare.
"Laine, my angel. You're the most adorable thing in the world! Isn't she, honey?" The guy asked excitedly. The woman smiled and proudly answered her husband.
Laine? Adorable? Who the hell?
"Of course, she will be at least this pretty. She takes after me. And Lorenzo, don't you have anything to do instead of ogling at our daughter? You're just disturbing her sleep!" The woman scolded the man.
Lorenzo? Daughter? What the heck is this?
I looked at my hands again, and my feet were the same. I can't stand up. Come to think of it, I can't even roll yet!
Wait. Is this what I think it is? I tried my hardest to calm down. But isn't this a little too much for a joke!?
Before I realized it, I was already crying hard... as a freaking baby.
