How to Write: One-Shot Collection

Simple Things (Facts)

AN: This is for that girl I knew. You are truly brave and I admire you for that. Keep on fighting. By the end of the war you'll receive the biggest payment and it'll be all over. A little more push and you can do it. You can survive this. Just remember that people who wait gets the ultimate price. I adore you little girl. The things you do sometimes inspires me to be good.

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Simple Things

                I never knew what it truly meant until it was laid infront of me. When I was 10, my Dad left to fend for us. A few months after that I fell into depression. It was the hardest thing a 10 year old has to face. A few months after that I tried stabbing myself with a kitchen knife or drowning myself in the bathtub even going to the ends of suffocating myself. It was that hard.

It was then that I realized how things are not that simple. That some people have it lucky for them to have things served in a silver platter or even at a ripe age they still have milks on their lips. It made me envious at times. Like somehow, I wish I was born rich and pretty or model like. Whatever that will help me feel it easy.

At the age of 12, I thought of things to help my Family. I never told them I’m having a hard time cause I don’t want to add another reason for them to think of a new problem rising. It was then that I thought that the easiest and simplest way, and the only way, as of then to help them is by thinking maturely. Growing up and forgetting you’re still a kid who didn’t even have the time to play hide n seek.

I told my Mom I wanted to work at 16. I did, I tried but I failed. My Mom thought it was because I didn’t try hard enough. When I told Dad he didn’t want me to do it. It made me cry that night. But I pushed the idea. I waited until a non-contract place let me work. The pay is small, not enough for all of us but enough to give what a 16 year old could give. I didn’t last long thou. Cause I was never happy with the work. It made me sad and even more depress than usual.

When I turned 18 and didn’t even receive anything good out of it I worked as a stripper without my Mom knowing. I didn’t let them get close enough to my fanny but I did some sinful things I was never proud of. It made me feel dirty and then I knew I would be always alone. A tainted girl. Never charming to the ears.

My Mom. She doesn’t help. She just sits at home; open her mouth, waste the money of Dad’s hard earned. If it wasn’t enough; she slaps it in his face that he can’t give everything she wants. But I knew everything. I did everything but it wasn’t enough.

I have to give up everything. From my dreams, from all those I wanted to do while I still am in the right age to do it. From all of it I missed because I have to grow up. It was then that I realized how hard it is. But I did it for my Dad, to help even in the simplest ways. I’m still scared that I might turn out like someone who I didn’t want to be. That in the future I have to do a lot of things that makes me so unhappy. It is what scares me the most.

Sometimes the simple things are the hardest things to do. It’s the hardest things to achieve. That sometimes you need to shed blood to even have the simplest things in life.

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This will be Dedicated to the person who inspired me to actually do something tonight. Let's call my friend Diana. My precious one. <3