The Unfortunates

Semana Uno

“What if it rained from the ground to the sky?” was the first thing I asked myself after I discovered that I’ve got cancer, lung cancer to be specific, and for your shock, I was glad.

You know, after all of what happened, I came to a conclusion, all of what I’ve done from terrible stuff has been gathering in my lungs, and in last time, these terrible stuff finally showed as cancer, and I can’t be anymore happy to know that my atoms will come undone; I’ll be star dust once again. The wind will carry me; scatter me everywhere, and I will stop being the wicked witch of bel air.

However, that means one thing, I must rush in writing this journal, before I become a pathetic little creature that is begging for air, and have a hard time in breathing that writing wouldn’t be something to care, and I don’t want to die with secrets following me to my grave.

Now let’s begin in our trip in time.

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The beginning of the end countdown has just begun, it was the time of the first week of the Counting Stars Month, it was the time were we taught our pretty little things the methods of training for our show, you know, how to start drama and so on, but that doesn’t work with them, and as a secret between you and me, this show doesn’t exist, and at that time, we or shall I say I, I just didn’t realize that I was living in borrowed time.

“Training number 1” announced Emilia through something that is called a microphone, if you are wondering what a microphone is, it is a device that makes one person’s voice sound louder, fanaticizing everything said, and I always thought of it as this small weird looking box that works by stealing life from the souls of others and using it as energy to fanaticize stuff, but no, it isn’t, that’s just me.

After training number one which was filled with action, we had a small break, and let’s just say that this wasn’t any regular break that you would have.

“I’m sick of myself, I was born to die, we were all born to die, why did I even come here? My luck will never change” Alexandre said these words as they stabbed my heart slowly, why did I have to feel so guilty, if you are wondering how did Alexandre know his fate, I wondered that too, but I came to a belief that people who are near to death, like neighbors with death, come to realize their fate faster than we “alive” people do, and usually, before they die, they leave hints, but since we are so busy in living this beautiful lie, called life, however, whether he was dying or not, he was right.

After being in the maze of my own thoughts, I was snapped out of that maze with the voice of Kathy shouting, rather than saying “Well guess what, the world is full of monsters with friendly faces and we all faced them” I agree with you Kathy, “but you were lucky enough to be rescued by true angels, like Casey, Emilia and Sarah” I felt my whole body shiver by the mention of my name, no I’m not an angel, I never was and I will never be one.

You know the words of Kathy about how the world is full of monsters with friendly faces still echo in my ears until this day, it reminds of somebody that I used to know, somebody that messed up a lot, somebody that I would like to introduce to you as little me.

Previously, I talked about troubled minds, but I was not one of them, I was something more of miss perfect.

Back in 1989, when everything was fine, I was Miss California, you know, as in beauty pageants, but how did Miss California reach to this downhill? We all ask. Miss California was under a lot of pressure, and whilst other contestants in this competition “needed” plastic surgeries, Miss California needed a soul surgery; she always won these competitions, and always took the crown, but always falling down, down really hard.

The thing about these beauty pageants is that they always show you the good, the smile, the hair, the perfect tan, but they never showed anything else; behind all of this glamour was my background, my story.

Living in a house with two drug addicts as parents was no fun; I wanted to make change, what’s next? Is she going to talk about her prince charming? No, my story may seem like a cliché until now, and I wish it was, you see, the part where my knight in shining armor would come and save me never happened, it was simply replaced by Mr. Thompson, remember him? The creator of the company, he is reason why until this day I am living in a hell, and I guess from here you can figure out what happened, Miss California was crowned as the queen of disaster.

The clock ticked and I woke up from my tour in time, every returned back to their place, Alexandre believed what Kathy said, but I personally think that he was doubtful, even if it was a slight percentage, he was too realistic, I went to my place to sleep, or to be extra clear, die with the exception of breathing, “what a cruel world we are living in”, was the last of what I thought that day.

“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, into deeper shades, the night deceived our eyes, making colors seem what they are not, red turned into grey and yellow turned into white, we must all decide, what is true and what is right” Those were the last words that I’ve heard in the first week of preparation in the middle of the night, Emily is a loud reader if I may say.

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