Flowers of Society

Four

  Kyla found herself walking towards the open meadow of the male sorority house, under the night sky, away from the crowd. Her mind drifted to the time where her mother used to smile at her, the love she showed then was real.

  She stopped at a tree and sat underneath it, not caring whether her dress was ruined or for the fact that her mother would surely berated her for acting in an uncharacteristic manner. Kyla didn't paid heed. The dress wasn't even beautiful with her wearing it, showcasing all of her fats and making her mother's lips curled in distaste. She knew he mother would had asked her to change into something more sensible to a soiree but Josh had arrived and they were already late. With her mother's face smiling tightly, she waved her goodbye. Her brother had it good, Kate never got on his back. It seemed that whatever he did, she would either pat him or turned a blind eye. There was a time where she was tempted to break the porcelain vase her mother bought and blamed it on Tyler. But it won't change anything.

  Her hands undid the knot that held her mask and she fought the urge to throw it away. Instead she stared at it, wondering why couldn't she be someone else, why couldn't she have the body that her mother would approved, and why did her father leave her all alone? Though she wore a mask, it still couldn't hide her body fats and her mother's keenful eyes. She was still herself.

  Her eyes began to water as she placed her head on her arms, her legs closed to her body, feeling all of the emotions engulfing her. I can't do this alone, daddy.