Identity

31 2 0
                                    

Have you been to a point that, you believed in everything you saw? Never in a decade you thought that you're different? That you are you. I mean, what your life is really yours.

Because if I were to be asked, I definitely would say I used to. I used to believed that the life they gave me is mine. If anyone would be on my shoe one day, they would probably praise me for being this lucky. The extravagance of my family never doubted my existence until that day.

I was called up by mom's assistant from the library to meet my mother's friends. That ended my session with my private instructor earlier than the usual.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Mills." I said smiling. If I were to be choose, I would rather study all day. I love learning and discovering new things. Things outside from my world. And Mr. Mills is just the right private instructor for me.

"Such an honor to teach you young---" I give him a meaningful look. "---okay my apologies." He said chuckling followed by a bow. I groaned. He laughs.

"We've talked about this already Mr. Mills. Just call me my name, okay?" a frown already shown on my face. How could he forgot that? Mr. Mills tapped the top of my head with a smile after he bade goodbye.

I went to my mom's assistant to led me where they are. Servants bowed their head as we passed through the hallway to the patio. They were carefully sipping their teas when we arrived.

"Oh, here she is, my ever so beautiful daughter." My mom announced. She then bragged my achievements and all. I received praises afterwards but what caught my attention is her two other friends were silently throwing glaces at me. I didn't know what they meant with their stare but it made me conscious.

While mom is busy chatting with her friends, I stood up that immediately caught my mother's attention. "My apologies but I still have study sessions to attend. Will you please excuse me?" Mom nodded and smiled. I give her a kiss on the cheek then turned to her friends to bow.

I was on my way back to the library but my stomach growls. I haven't eaten lunch yet. I went straight to the kitchen instead. I still have thirty minutes to fill my hungry stomach.

"Hi mommy, can I eat with you?" I asked when I saw her in the kitchen. She was holding her own plate. She didn't bother to let the servants serves her, instead get her own. This is what I like about her. With her, I learned to be independent. She once told me to never depend on others because I will be on my own someday. And I admire her for that. I even treated her my second mother since she's been on my side since then especially if my parents were not around.

After I finished my meal with her I went back to where I headed. I was on the staircase when I heard two people approaching. I was paying no mind but their topic caught my interest. The two were mom's friends who were throwing glances at me awhile ago.

"She's really pretty, isn't she?" The short haired lady said to her companion. "But, we've been with Louiela before. Don't you think its surprising that she has a daughter?" she carefully said while looking around. Good thing she didn't see me here.

"Likewise. We all know she can't bare child cause if she did, she'd be probably dead now." Those words stunt me. It feels like a bomb was thrown at me.

Before they took notice of my presence, I manage to drag myself up to the library. I was informed that my private instructor couldn't make it for she has a fever. And she's not allowed to teach me due to her condition. The session got postponed and a bliss to me. I have time to process everything I had heard minutes ago.

Eight long years. I never doubted my existence. I didn't know that a mere conversation would turn my world upside down. There were theories running on my young brain but didn't bother to ask my parents about my identity. I was scared to know. I was afraid of what would be their answer.

That moment, I didn't cry but when the darkness take over the daylight, there I cried all night. I was so young but I understand everything. I'm not dumb.

Years passed with the theories still shouting in my head, I choose to ignore and keep going. Maybe one day, they will tell me the truth. Or so I thought.

"When she turns eighteen, she will officially meet my son. Though, were still having a hard time following his whereabouts." And a laughter follows. I was supposed to go to the library but I heard presence of visitors when I got there so I chose not to disturbed them.

"Why do you tolerate his rebel anyway? As far as I know, you're known to be strict." I heard my father said. I wasn't supposed to be eavesdropping but I can't help it. Their topic caught my attention.

"Well, hopefully you'll be able to bring your son back before our daughter turns eighteen or else." My mother warned. I can sense she's joking and they proved it when a nervous laugh followed from their visitors.

"Don't worry, we still have a year for convincing."

That's it, I've had enough. This is why it's easy for them to let me marry someone I do not even know because I wasn't theirs in the first place. How cruel they be?

And my soon-to-be husband probably knows about this fixed marriage and he wasn't pleased of that, who would be? The reason he decided to rebel. He haven't meet me yet which I'm sure he will like me in the process. Because that's what I notice every time a new personality steps inside this cell. Or so I thought. Maybe they're being like that because of my parents status. I don't know. People love to pretend to be in.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a white ceiling. Tears streamed down immediately on my pale cheeks. Even though I'm in a different place, I felt like I'm still in that cell. No matter how you escape from reality, your memories will hunt you still.

I forcefully wiped my tears away when I heard doorknob clicking. It downed me that I'm no longer in that place. I better make up with my life. I should live it to the fullest. I won't let my old life controls me.

"I came to check on you if you're awake, let's have dinner." He was leaning in the frame of the door with a ladle on his hands. He's on an apron but wearing only boxers. I didn't respond. I'm still sensing myself if I'm still fine. I felt like I heated up once again. God! Why does he have to be that hot? Or I think its me who's hot.

He's walking towards my bed and checked my forehead. "You seems fine now but what's with the flushed face?" Is this man taunting me? I almost slapped his hands away when he touched my neck. I stiffened and inhaled at his touch. He chuckled sexily with my reaction. Just what is happening to me? Why do I always find him sexy? Was this because of the medicine he gave to me?

"Get up now sleepyhead. Dinner is ready." He turned his back and was about to get out of my room when I talked.

"You sure its dinner this time?" He tilted his head and gave me a ready to kill look, I gulped. "F-fine I haven't said anything. Let's go, I'm hungry."

Escape Gone WrongWhere stories live. Discover now