Unreturned Yesterday.
Marissa Dianne Villaroma a girl who started to be a jolly little kid. But out of the shits that happened to this world, she became tough and feared no one. But no one knows what I have been through this life.
I was really a total bitch back then. I hate everything that isn’t good for me. What I want, that’s what I get. I’m a brat.
I play with boys every once in a while. I’m a slut.
I ditch in class. I quarrel with many people that I don’t like.
I pull a girl’s hair, I slap her face and sometimes I break her leg.
I never experienced real love, or to fall in-love.
I belong to a broken family. I’m with my mom who nurtured me alone.
She’s a single parent with a daughter who’s super proud of her.
My mom was thrown by her parents because she was pregnant with me, and my supposed to be father didn’t take any responsibility.
That’s the reason why I hated almost everyone, especially the boys.
Yes, I’m jealous with those people who have a complete HAPPY family.
That’s the thing they don’t know about me. So, I hated them more for judging me but they don’t even know a single thing about my life.
I’m hella smart but I’m always on detention.
I’m not afraid of anyone else, except for my mom.
My mom lives for me and I live for her.
But suddenly, everything change and I became even the worst.
My mom died because of an accident.
She died without me changing.
She died even when I’m not graduating.
She died but she didn’t see my real happiness.
She died without even seeing my genuine smile.
She died without even noticing how tough her daughter is.
And the worst, she died without even noticing how I really love her.
She died but she didn’t feel my love.
She died but she never kissed me on my forehead.
She died without eating with me during eating time.
What the hell happened to my life?
She loves me so she is doing everything for me, but she never even dare to give a single time to satisfy what I want.
She doesn’t even know my favorite color.
What kind of life is this?
I’m left alone.
I decided to end my life because I only live for her.
I didn’t believe in God and didn’t fear him either.
Is he really there? If he is, why would He even let this happen to me?
I was left by this person who has been my inspiration for my everyday.
But my mom’s best friend who has been with us even at the worst nightmare told me that I should be strong.
I should live for myself now.
And that what my mom wanted.
Because of great fear and love to my mom.
I changed.
