Despised Love

Chapter 1

"Mom why're you shouting?" I cried. I felt my height shorter maybe younger in age as I had raised my eyes to see them properly and I knew anything wasn’t quite true.

"Iris GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW" my mother yelled.

"ElOWEN! Don't you dare to talk with my daughter with that tone" my father shouted back. I know that he never called my mom by name. He used to call her "Love" but until I was six.

"She is my daughter too" my mom replied calming her tone a bit yet fuming in anger.

I didn’t know why were they even fighting for and I wished not to. Their sounds got blurred in my ears and I felt head throbbing in pain. I saw above and the house around us collapsed and I jolted awake up from my sleep. I was a grown up again.

I cursed my human body which needed sleep to work otherwise that would be the first thing I would quit. I found myself back in my tiny room that I had rented a month before when I had shifted here in New York. I hated myself for not able to wake up from these nightmares.

My alarm started making the sound I barely tolerated just after sometimes I woke up sitting aimlessly on my bed and I tapped on it muttering,

"What's the use of you if I wake up by natural alarms?"

My phone flashed by incoming calls too. I didn’t know why I always keep my phone on mute.

They called me to wake me up or do a routine call of morning but obviously separately.

My mom and dad. They had spent years together but not so happy with each other. They had only one thing in common that they loved me profusely.

As I had moved out from them to let them live their life without being concerned about the damn thing called "A child need a family for a good upbringing and so called mental health"

I used to hate it whenever they agree on this line because alarm noise had always been more melodious to wake up rather than constant arguments.

I sighed thinking that how much life would be easy for me if I followed my mother's words

"Children shouldn’t involve in parents' matters. We love you that's all matters"

But I get involved because I was a human unfortunately not some robot which can stop it’s ears or switch off a button to lay down dead for some times.

I pushed myself up from the bed and go for a shower. My tiny place was not  so suffocating  for me and this boring life was much easier to handle.

I started making my breakfast while arranging my bag for the day. My books, assignment, novel for free period...what a boring nerd I am...I laugh at myself.

After the breakfast, I changed my outfit. It was a light pink frock which was covering till my knees and black leggings with a white scarf around my neck.

I looked myself in the mirror. Definitely not a skinny and attractive New York girl with glamour dripping. More likely a not so skinny rather a bit chubby wearing specks of thick glasses.

I didn’t hate my look ever rather adored it often but perhaps never felt confident much.

I started walking towards my University. It had been my dream to live a life like this. People were nice and helpful at least my surroundings didn’t judge me for being pathetic.

"Hi Iris" a voice came. I turned and found a boy of my age with extra failed efforts to look good standing. Alex!

"Hi Alex...how're you?" I wished with a forced smile.

"I'm good..hey listen I need a help" he didn’t even consider me asking if I was  diagnosed with any deadly disease and would die. I mean he could at least ask if I'm fine or not anyways.