The Day You Came

chapter 1

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This is it. Theres no turning back now.
For once, I felt relieved that its going to end. I felt happy. I was going to end my life. I'm tired of everything.

For the last minute of my life, I thank God. For giving me a chance to experience life.

I remembered all the harsh words that they told me and all the scars i have.

I remembered being a loser. Sitting in a corner with no one by her side.

I remembered cutting my wrists every night.

I remembered crying and staying up all night thinking what did i ever do to deserve this kind of life?

I remembered feeling numb. Feeling used to everything that happened to me.

I remembered being broken. Not being able to pick up the pieces that has been shattered.

I felt the cold water that was running down in my cheeks.

Last cry.

One last cry and everything is going to end.

I stared down at the building. I was at the 48th floor.

I can do this.

I want everything to stop.

I want-

"Stop" He said with those one word and everything started coming back.

The things that he had done for me. He helped me with all.

"Stop. Whatever you're doing"

I turned around facing him. He was breathing heavily. I guess he ran all the way from here.

"I-i" I couldnt find the exact words to say. I cried. I just cried. Looking at him.

Then he started walking towards me. Not breaking any contact with me.

He cupped my face.

"I love you" he said.

But im getting ahead of myself. Let's start where my life is beginning to fall apart.

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4 years ago

"What did you do again?!" She shouted at me like I was just some piece of trash.

"Mom. I-i"

I tried defending myself. But no matter how I try, I'll always be the one that was wrong here.

"She slapped me, Mom!" Axel said.

Of course that's not true. Why would I do something like that? Why would I slap her with no reason?

While my gaze was fixed on the floor, I felt a hand on my cheeks.

I can't believe it. Mom believed her and slapped me?

But actually, I do. They do this to me every singe day. Maybe I'm just hoping that one day, this will all end. That one day, they will accept me and love me.

"Say sorry to your sister!" She shouted right at my face.

"I-i'm sorry." I was trembling.

I ran. I ran that night. Far away from everyone.

Forget what I just said. I was wrong. This wouldnt end. They would never accept me. They would never love me.

I didnt know where I was going. And I didnt care. I just want to forget everything. To forget everyone for awhile.

I stopped at an abandoned park. There was no one beside me. And it was the perfect place where I can burst it all out.

That's right. My family hates me. They see me as a disgrace. They're not a foster family. And that's the worst part about it. My real family, abusing me? How funny is that right?

While the cold wind was passing by me, I cried.

One girl in a lonely night crying in an abandoned park.

Sound nice.

Alex, she's my sister. She doesnt care about me. You know the type of girl that when she broke her nail, she cries?

Stupid, right?

And my Mom? She's the same as Alex.
I honestly dont know what I'm still doing there. For me, it wasnt a home. It was a nightmare.

As for my Dad, he never comes home. He's always outside with his friends drinking. And I guess thats why my Mom is like that.

I was tired of everything. When will this end?

"Fml" I whispered to myself.

Then I bring up my knees and buried my face there and started crying like an idiot.

I could hear the crickets. And it was helping me to cry it all out.

.....

It was quiet. And I liked it. Maybe this will be the spot where I'll always be.

"Stop crying" a dark voice said.

I quickly put my feet down. Then I looked at him.

He's tall, and handsome. His hair was black and his body is perfectly toned. It was like I was looking at Adonis. And then I looked at his eyes.

It was somewhat lonely, dark, and mysterious. It was luring me. I try to study him. Especially his eyes. Perhaps.. Sadness?

He gave me his handkerchief. And he smiled.

I took the handkerchief then wipe it with my tears.

"Thank you." I looked at him.

Then he just smiled again and walked away.

I inhale the scent of his handkerchief. It smells strawberry. I trace the fragrants of it.

It was black and there were diagonal lines in the handkercief. But the design didnt matter to me.

For once, I felt safe.

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Hello! It's me the author, Erielle. This is my first story so I hope you like it.

And sorry if I have any weing grammars. I'm from PH and my language is different. Bye!!!

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