The Tango of The Cursed | Mature

3°.| So long

Milla- Moji x Sboy
(By far my favorite artists<3)

Colleen Beaumont

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I was never getting up again.

I'd made that decision about a week ago, after papá decided to make a total fool out of me in front of everyone, including the handsome stranger.

I'd lost count of the days, my only entertainment being the sun and moon dancing as they switched positions in the sky.

My parents did mind my sudden demotivation of course, but after the third time of giving me proper discipline, it's like they got the hint and slowly gave up on me.

I tried tho.

So hard.

To be understanding, and be kind, and be there for everyone.

Yet life just kept on proving me over, and over again. How miserable I am and how I'm supposed to stay like that.

And the saddest part was that even now, when all I wanted was that the ground would swallow me whole and never let me out, I still wished that the sun would shine my way and lead my path towards a better tomorrow like in some fairytale.

From my realistic perspective tho, it was simple. Really.

I was the misery of my father and curse of my mother.

Last week was just an other proof of how low they'd go if it meant to get ride of me.

And to be fair it was exhausting to always forgive and forget.

I was so exhausted, and I hated times like these, when my brain couldn't even crack a sprinkle of positivity to enlighten my self-sabotagic mood.

And these freaking tears. I felt like a damn whale my eyes pouring nonstop, even after my sobbing had stopped.

It was so pathetic and I kept on making it worse as I fell into a pool of selfpity.

I was gonna have my highs again, right now tho, I just wanted to disappear for a second even if it meant falling under the thin covers, a sad excuse of a blanket I had and was gonna have for a the rest of my life since according to my parents, I already spent too much of their money with my two pairs of shoes given by the church 5 years ago, my heavy eating that came mostly from the meals I made and my damn breathing while we're at it.

And it's like peace of mind was too much asked as well since the painfully loud whining of our old stairs made me tighten my blanket around myself only to get it yanked off by the devil himself.

I didn't bother fighting back, that never led me anywhere.

I didn't bother moving, I'd just piss him off.

But it seemed like me not moving was just creating an uncomfortable tension as I felt him just staring at my back.

Only today I was way too tired of their crap to care. I was way too tired to care that I was resembling my mother with her immobility.

That's how it all started.

First she would only wake up after noon.

Then she wouldn't wake up at all.