"You are not my daughter! You cant be. Not someone as arrogant, dumb and worthless as you!" She yanked me as she tightly gripped my arm, her nails piercing my skin. She quickly went for my hair and grabbed it with all her might. She was staring at me with disgust in her eyes as my eyes refused to belive what they saw. She stared at my quivering form for a moment before she banged my head onto the bathroom wall. My mind went blank. I tried to hear but i could only comprehend a small sigh and then rapid breaths gasping for air. I started hyperventilating. She held my hair a little tighter as i felt my scalp rise up. She banged another time before wispering "useless girl" with gritted teeth as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open and once again the silence echoed.
Sweat tricking down my temples and neck, i got up and help my head in my hands. This memory of mine was the reason for my newly developed case of insomania. I gasped for breath and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.
It had been around three days. The sun still rose and the wind still blows. The flowers that bloom still smile at me comfortingly. The solitude and silence of the night still embraces me just as i do with a sad little smile.
But it takes time. It takes time to look at the silver lining in the sky, to feel the breez that touches your face and vanishes like it wasnt even there only the aftertaste of the cool gust.
Maybe mom was right, maybe not. But her words were a tighter slap than the back of her hand. It just made me wonder, all the fairytales of the beauties and the beasts that had me swoon, would I ever be the beauty or will I forever remain the beast?
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The lass
SonstigesLass is a girl. She has lived most of her life in a cafefree manner. Fell in love, fantasized, been heartbroken and learned to live without love. But she always wanted to do that one single thing she wholeheartedly and completely believed would chan...
