- Whoever said that life is the best, truly didn't get to experience the real world better.
Let's be honest here, Life is only at it's best when we were younger, toys here, games there, fun everywhere! Full of hearts and rainbows.
But we have to grow up somehow, right? This is reality we are speaking of, there's no such thing as 'hearts and rainbows' forever. Even spoiled kids can't have those.
But in Rheya Lim's life? there were never hearts and rainbows, even as a small child.
She was forced to go to school at the age of three, learned math at the age of five, and learned house chores and cooking at the age of six. She wasn't allowed to play outside like other kids, she wasn't even allowed to make friends, causing her to think maturely- act like she wasn't a kid.
She was basically trained to be an obedient child that she is, everytime she disobey, she gets punished enough to have her skin turn into black and blue.
But did that made her want to give up on life? No, its the opposite really, she's a good girl but she possessed eyes similar to that of a soulless body, so dull, so empty.
"Rheya." Commands her father, and without being told twice, the girl emerge from the kitchen holding a cup of black coffee.
But when served at her dear father, the said man threw the cup towards the floor near her foot. The cup shattered into pieces as the hot beverage flood the floor and burned her delicate feet.
"You call that coffee?! What did you even put on that, huh?!" He accused, he didn't even took a sip, how ungrateful of him.
The sixteen year old girl trembled in fright as she struggled to find the right words to say without making her father more furious. "... But- father! I-it's what I always serve for you-!"
SLAP!
The sound of skin colliding with skin resounded around the room, The teenager's cheek burned red right after the hit.
"Filthy brat, you dare raise your voice at me?!" The old man growled menacingly, scaring the poor girl more than she already is.
".. My deepest apologies.. Father."
The man before her grit his teeth and clenched his hands into a tight fist. "Get the hell out of here, you disgusting kid."
Just as she was about to go to her room, her hair was suddenly pulled by a soft yet strong hands of her beloved mother.
Due to the sudden force, she was thrown to the cold tiled floor, and when she looked up, she instantly regrets it. Her mother stared down at her with a deadly looked casted upon her glareful eyes.
"... You brat..."
The woman spat out, her voice was laced with venom. "It's you who did this huh?" She raised a shard of what looks like a glass plate.
"You broke my glass plate..huh?!" The woman grabbed a fistful of Rheya's hair and pulled her closer, causing the young girl wince at the pain but what made her more terrified was that her mother raised the shard above her head.
"How dare you. How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!"
With every word, Rheya receives a stab by her mother using the glass shard. "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HOW IMPORTANT THAT PLATE IS TO ME, BITCH."
"M-mom-! It- it wasn't me- I swear, I swear..!" Rheya tried to explain while trying to block the shard using her arms, as pathetic as it is, but what else can she really do? That's right nothing.
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Last Letter ✔️
Non-Fiction- In a rainy night, at the edge of a bridge, stood a girl in black, whose life is at risk.. she held her breath, trying not to break, as a knife was pressed against her fragile nape, The man before her chuckled darkly, as he whispers in her...
