love is blind.

Part 1

author's note/recommended:

saved this track and listen while reading:-
⋆ first love-mitski
⋆ disenchanted-my chemical romance
⋆ nobody-mitski
⋆ space song-beach house
⋆ dark red-steve lacy
⋆ lost on you-LP
⋆ no other hearts-macdemacro
⋆ my love is all mine-mitski

(if y'all don't like this kind of songs, y'all may skip this step.)

recommended to read this story while listening to a song.(any)

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I stare onto the dark sky that is fallen with a liquid called rain. The rain falls onto my eyes that it felt like I'm crying. The world is so empty. No, my heart is the one that is empty. My mind is dead. Nothing I could depend on now. I had no other choices. I spread my arms like a bird. Infront of me, there is a beauty of the ocean, and also known as.. the sea. I am standing on top of the bridge. And--

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I ran onto the garden. A lot of flower. I spread my arms to feel all the flower on the tip of my finger. The smell of the flower is refreshing. I plucked one of the flower. I picked it up to smell it, suddenly I saw a woman. Oh, it's my mom. She looks angry.. Uh-oh, I think.. she saw what I just did. Now, RUN.

There is no time for me to run, my ear were pulled with no mercy. It felt like she is attempting to remove my ears away. It hurts, but I can't shout in pain or I'll suffocate even more. She pulls me to get into my house. No, her house. She slapped my face hard multiple times.

"You little punk! How dare you--" she pulled my hair up. "--picked the,--" one, two. "--flower,--" three, four, five. "--in my,--" six, seven, eight. "--garden,--" nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, forteen. "--you brat!". What am I counting? Oh, just counting the amount of how much she slapped my face.

The face of the 4 years old kid was red. Really red. It stings. I can't felt my face. It's like my face become invisible or floating. But that is not the end.. The flower on my hand were grabbed. The flower were immediately stuffed onto my mouth. Her long nails were poking on my mouth palate. I cough and vomit it away. But I get slapped again and it were stuffed again. It is repeated and repeated, until I stop vomiting the flower away.

As I stop vomiting it, I let the flower planted into my mouth. She leaves. I slowly take it out of my mouth. Look, it is a bloody flower now. I smiled thinking of the name I'll give this flower. Oh, right. The daisy's white petals is bloodish. I slowly stands up. My smile fading away. Wait.. does all of this happends, just because of a flower?..

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Oh, my older sister invited me to sleep in the living room. How sweet.

"Mom won't comes home!" she said. I waited there, in the living room. With the television's playing. As I was a people pleaser, I just waited there so that she doesn't get hurt if I suddenly leaves. She goes to her room. Maybe she wants to play with her phone for a moment. I think positively trying not to mind her. Knowing damn well what would happens if my mom finds out.

But, that it is in the middle of the night, I heard a knock. I was terrified. My butt suddenly felt heavy. I don't want to open the door, I'm scared. But just knowing that I'll suffer even more if I waited any more longer, I slowly approaches the door. My hand slowly helds the door handle. As I opens the door, I saw that my mom were drunk. She stares at me with a glare.

The moment she saws my pillow were on the sofa. She gives me a hard slap that I fell onto the floor. It stings a lot. I looked onto my sister that is still playing her phone in the room. My mom kicked me. She pulls my hair to get me up.

"PUT THOSE NASTY SHITS AWAY." she yells onto my face. She continues to pull my hair as I take my pillow she pushes me away again as she slaps my back again. A multiple times. One, two, three, four, five, six! And the last time it was on my head. I looked aside. My sister turning off the light of her room as if she never invited me. I saw her expression, it felt like a betrayal. She closes the door. I continues to get beaten up.