⇾𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ∙⋄♡⋄∙ A poor girl that sees no point in living meets a young boy who helps her discover her reason to keep...
My mom suddenly barges into my room. Right, I basically have no privacy in this damned house.
"Y/n! You're sister and I are going out! While we're gone, go throw out the trash, put all the dishes in the dishwasher and clean your sisters room. She's having a friend over at the house tomorrow, which reminds me that you're not allowed to come home tomorrow after school, you can come back at 8 p.m." She simply informs me as she just leaves my room afterwards, not even caring to close the door behind her.
Great, I have to act like a servant now. I got used to it. I've always had to do all the chores in our house while my sister lives like a princess in this stupid house.
I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT.
WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING!!?? IT'S NOT FAIR!! IT'S NOT FAIR, NOT FAIR, NOT FAIR, NOT FAIR!!!!
I got so irritated I felt like pulling my hair out. My hands were already on my head basically pulling my hair.
Was doing chores the only reason they even let me stay in this house??? Why??! Why can't they just be good parents and make me happy as well!? Do they really not care for me at all??? Am I really just a nobody to them??!!
I hated them so much. I jut wanted loving parents, but instead I got the opposite. I could jut die now and they wouldn't even give me a damn funeral for all they care.
Thoughts kept running and turning through my my mind as I stayed in a ball while I pulled the roots of my hair.
After a while, I finally convinced myself to push all those feelings into a tiny box that was already full of forgotten feelings. Each time I ignored my feelings, they would just end up accumulating in that tiny box and it would just fill more and more until one day it'll explode. But for some reason, I felt like that box was a bottomless one. No matter how many times I dug my feelings into it, my box never exploded.
Why? Why wouldn't my feelings just explode for once?? How much longer must I endure these buried feelings that I can't manage to undig anymore.
I brushed all my thoughts away and like a good girl, I did exactly what my mom asked of me. Like the emotionless doll I know I am. At least I was useful for something in this life. But it wasn't something I was glad of. I'd rather die than continue to work like a slave for my stupid family.
I threw out the trash and I put the dishes into dishwasher just like I was asked of. I then head into my sisters room. It was already clean enough, she only had a few things laying on the ground. My sister isn't even that young, she's literally older than me, she can't clean her stupid room herself? How stupid.
After cleaning her room, it started getting dark outside. There weren't many clouds outside, so the moon was visible. The moon wasn't full either, it was a half moon, it was just missing a part of itself, or more like it was hidden. No one could see the other half, you could even say that it wasn't there, but it was, it was just hidden from everyone's view. Perhaps you could say that I could relate to that a bit.
The moon was captivating, there's something about it that's just so interesting to watch. I could stare at the moon for hours on end. Why? Don't know.
It was the only thing in this world that seemed bright and colorful to me. The sun that reflex light onto the moon gave it a slight yellowy tint, you could observe unmatched holes on the surface of the half cut ball. How mesmorizing.
But of course, my watching just had to get interrupted by the sound of a door opening. It was the front door, my sister and mom had probably come back from wherever they went. As long as they didn't bother me, then at least I could sleep peacefully tonight.
I only hoped they'd leave me alone.
And they did just that. I could only hear them talking faintly and then a few lights turned off as the house grew silent. My dad was still at work and well, he doesn't really come sleep home most of the time, he'd just appear from time to time without notice. Well at least I didn't know.
I enjoyed the peace and quiet as I stared out the window of my dark room, looking at the brightly lit moon in awe. It was relaxing and gave me a sense of comfort.
Soon, I grew tired and sleepy and decided to sleep under the watchful gaze of that gorgeous satellite...
