Deceptions of the Heart

The confessions of a meterialist

A little blond girl was sat at a huge dining table. She was forced to listen to the conversations between her parents and some other attendants at the dinner her family was holding. They didn't talk about nothing else than money, fancy clothes, jewelry and every kind of material.

Elisabeth-Christine Brown was a part of a rich noble family. She didn't like any bit of it. Her parents owned a company with great success and they were always busy with work. They always neglected her. All they cared about was the material. They ways said: "money is everything".

Elisabeth could be considered as their little princess (that's what everyone called her at least). Her parents though were calling her Lizzy. She had everything she wanted. From an expensive doll to a king-sized bed. She was spoiled. She was said to have the same fear as her parents. The worst fear of the Brown family was to lose their money. Money was more important to them than each other.

As for her friends, Lizzy had no real friends. She was talking to her classmates but never considered them as real friends. Yes, she had friends. Yes, she had a best friend. But they were considered her possession. They were considered her objects. She never treated people as actual humans. She was toxic to the bone. She thought she could have everything just like her toys or money. She bossed around everyone.

Lizzy was attending a private school in the city of London. She was popular among the students and had whoever she wanted. Yes, she was one of those mean girls we see in movies. She would always brag about her money or clothes. However, she didn't have such liberty at home. Her parents were strict even though they often neglected her. She was forced to have French and piano lessons at home. Her parents were somehow paleolethic and they always wanted her success.

Right now at this dinner she was getting bored. So bored that she started forgetting her manners. This didn't go unnoticed by her parents. After a discreet warning by her mother she tried to regain them. It was useless. All of this was getting over her. She felt an unexplainable wave of emotions. All the ignorance from her parents, all the shallowness of having everything her heart desires, all the confidence, all the conversations about the material was annoying her. Was life really just a meterial?

In that dinner she heard a word she didn't know. 'Materialist' What could it mean? She then heard the meaning from a guest who was intelligent. People who cared about things made out of material such as money. Everyone in the dinner didn't seem to care what they were but she, she felt insulted. She couldn't accept that she was one of those people. But it wasn't her fault. Her parents had made her the person she is today.

Lizzy snapped. She slammed her hands on the table and stood up. Everyone turned their heads to look at her. She was angry, upset, irritated, furious. She had enough of this. She pulled the table cloth and all the food fell on the floor. Everyone was shocked by her behavior. Because of the tragedy of that evening no one stepped in the stores of her parents' company. Her parents were so mad at her that punished her by kicking her out of the house. Her worst fear was present. She lost everything she had. Her parents were so focused on their money that they kicked their own daughter out of the house.

The little girl had to pickpocket in order to survive. With the little money she had collected she took the bus to the airport and from there she sneaked into a plane. Now here she is. In America. A foreign country and a foreign city. Singing at the bar her own husband owns to make a living.

The past still haunts the young singer but she learned that she has to face it. Her materialist antics though never left her at peace. She still demands a lot and needs to have whoever and whatever she wants.