The Bicycle Ride [On Hold]

Prologue

I remember the first time I rode a bike. My dad was supporting me while my mom shouted stuffs like ‘You can do that’ or ‘you are doing well honey!’ My brother was a good 5 meters ahead of me, biking his way to the park. I remember being so happy, being so contented with my life. I felt complete and infinite. The cold breeze bit every inch of my skin, but I did not care. It was the most amazing birthday I ever had. My dad granted my wish. He gave me the bike that I used to whine about on the toy store.

When I woke up that morning, I thought that they forgot my birthday. No one greeted me nor said a word to me that time. I decided to go to the garage and get my painting stuff when I saw it. The marvellous bike was standing in front of me, its colourful ribbons flowing with the breeze. My dad barged in and greeted me. ‘Happy birthday, my little princess!’I remember him saying before hugging me and it was not those bone crushing hugs. It was simple and fatherly, and I felt protected.

I was very sure that moment that my family will always treasure and protect me. I felt safe, as if nothing can harm me, not even the most terrible criminal in the world or the strongest calamity. I was very sure that time. But everyone makes mistakes, and I did. I was so stupid and innocent to believe that what we had would be for eternity. Never did it cross my mind that someday, things would fall apart. But it’s my fault, isn’t it? They never promised me anything, right? I just made a fool of myself. Sometimes, I just want everything to end. Sometimes I just want to be free. Free from the pain that binds me from being happy. Just like this time, this is the sometimes that I just want to die.

A/N: So yeah! I posted my first evah storyyyy!!!! But idk if its good, so constructive criticisms are very much appreciated... Hope ya like it =D