My phone started ringing. I reached into my Jean pocket and answered the call.
' Hey mom , I've been waiting like an hour here for you and dad to pick me up for the evening ball. What's taking so long?'
' I'm sorry sweetie but we just barely made it out of the meeting and to top it off me and your father had to change in that amount of time frame but unfortunately our punctualitiy has to proper. Mr. Winters has been very kind to invite us and this is such a important deal to the business . I'm sorry sweetie.'
I knew it but I didn't want to believe it. I felt the tears slide down my cheeks. I knew every time they wear lying. I checked their calendar and nothing, today was empty. I was an embarrassment in their eyes. I would never rise up to their thoughts. A failure.
' Its fine, mom.' I said in my best believable voice.
' Okay well I have to go bye!' And second later the call ended. I didn't even wear the dress or get styled up, I knew this would happen but every time it always affects me. Emotions hit me like a tidal wave. Every time when their gone and don't return until late having the over used amount of wine and both stumble up the stairs, I can't help but think, what would happen if I was gone. Never to return. Lying limp on the floor no heartbeat , would they even notice?
My father is a constant workaholic being the CEO of Wayland Enterprises and with my mother , Rosetta by his side.
Most people didn't even know that they had the small, fragile Clarissa as their daughter but then again I don't think my parents did either.
I slowly made my way up the grand marble staircase to my room. I couldn't deal with this shit anymore. To me , nobody cared, I have always been home schooled , my parents have dedicated their lives to their work, act like the most loved up couple when they both have their ' affairs in the office ' , when they look at me their eyes drift and they stop talking and just walk out. I read lots of books of any theme and the way the describe emotions and outline that this person cares, I've always envied that. I read once about a girl who took pills to kill herself and slit her wrists and I did it. My parents came home sober , had late dinner didn't notice the dry blood on the carpet. I hate them. They gave up everything for their career and always live up to their reputation. I just wanna feel loved, I wanna have a brother or sister , have caring parents and amazing friends and most of all , fall in love . That's my dream but I will always smell the fucking coffee and open my eyes to reality. That's me.
