Chapter 1: Wrath
The breeze of the wind is just as cold as the night is, my head is feeling the softness of my mattress as I face the ceiling and my arms wide open. It's already two in the morning and I can't help but keep myself wide awake, actually, this concerns nothing about me, but the things going in my head. I'm overthinking once again. It has officially become my habit and it's killing me. I turned to face my sleeping pills placed on my night stand. My doctor gave it to me months ago due to insomnia. My head hurts from all these wishful thinking and everything in my life. I just stared back on my ceiling, hoping I'd fell asleep anytime as I feel my eyes slowly yet surely shutting.
"Baby, listen. I'll be back, okay? Daddy is just going away for a business trip. I'll be back in days. Take care of mommy, okay? Be less trouble and be a good girl." I stood still, looking at his face. He's the kind of man that would make any woman turn their heads just to glance at his perfection. His diamond shape face with jawline that is always ready to cut once touched. His black slicked back hair that mom always loved. He kissed my forehead as he stood up on his knee. His smile was quickly wiped out on his face the moment he faced my mom, "Take care of Juliet. Don't forget what we talked about, okay?" he fake a smile. My mom leaned on to kiss his cheek, she smiled back but her eyes is obviously begging the man in front of us to stay. "I won't forget. I'll take care of her. Just be back after the trip and be safe." My mom pulled me back but I was firm on the spot I am standing on. The sight of my father, slowly walking away from us. Telling me a lie that he would only be on a business trip, telling me that he would come back. He drove off with his many and many luggage's. That is when I realized that both of parents just made a very selfish decision. They decided to go separate ways years after having me. I was busy doing reflections inside my head until I heard my mother speak on air saying, "I am sorry, Juliet." I turned my back to look at her. A very beautiful woman, indeed. I actually never bothered on believing or reading anything related with goddesses and gods until I laid my eyes on my parents, especially my mom, after my dad told me a story about The Greek gods. My mom, her cheekbone are to die for and the oval shape of her face only made her gray and sapphire-like eyes noticeable enough. My parents are just wonderfully made that it made me believe that my mother is actually Aphrodite and my dad as Eros, the god of love, son of Aphrodite. She took a deep breath and bent her knees. I could feel her heart breaking, her heart missing its other half, which my dad brought with him. I couldn't stand the heartache. I hugged her and without thinking first, words just came out my mouth, "Mom, I won't leave you the way dad abandoned us. Please don't cry."
I woke up in terror, tears running down my cheeks, "Good morning, Juliet. A good way to start your day..." I wiped my tears dry and sat down in front of the mirror, "...always" I said to myself as I see the reflection of the 7 years old me. "Why do you always bring me back there? It's been 11 years since then and I guess our dad is not yet finish with his business trip" Ever since they decided to get separated, it has always been hard for me. Hard for me to live, smile, live my life, sleep, everything became so hard. I wonder, is he thinking of me too? what about mom? The family that he left and the child he made a promise with. I feel the angst and wrath in my veins going beneath my soul, "I hate him" I said as I released a long and deep sigh. I looked at the clock beside my bed. 9 am. I had 8 hours of sleep. Very rare but not bad. I walked down the stairs to find out my mom cooking something for breakfast. I've always been open with my mother and she is too, to me. She is my only friend. I do have other friends but my mom's comfort is just the best comfort I could ever ask for.
As soon as I stepped my feet on the school's ground, I feel my spirit leaving my body. Just the thought of having to deal with the people around me is suicidal enough. Being a senior high is tough. I barely got eight hours of sleep rather have two to three hours of sleep instead. I was walking in the hallway, head down and earphones on. I really could careless about these people around me until I sense something bad is about to happen. I flew some steps away. The last thing I remembered is feeling someone's body pressed against mine.
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This is all for now. It's 11:13 pm right now and I am barely typing with my eyes open. I hope this story is not yet cringe-worthy and I would like to congratulate you for surviving all the grammatical errors. Again, before anyone criticize my work, I am still trying to improve my skill and still new in this category. Bear with me, please.
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Juliet Without a Romeo (UNFINISHED)
RomanceRomeo and Juliet, two well known fictional characters that were introduced by William Shakespeare's. But this time, they are two different people living their lives in this generation.
