My Own Story

PROLOGUE

I Wonder why this so called Life seemed to be so Perfect at first, seems like things could never get any Worst.

I'm craving for an answer but then again nothing, nothing at all, maybe no one just really cares that's all.

For sure I'm just blinded with those magical fantasies with all the fairies and princess together with their all sweet lies happy endings, it's sickening to think about those things it's only books it weren't real, none of those were real.

Memories kept on haunting me,poisoning me, torturing me, and it's emotionally killing me.

I can't escape.

Looking back at the past gives me a drop of glee, yet, life way back before was utterly unrealistic compared today.

I grew up in a complete, humble, happy, rich Family and it's throughly Imperfectly Perfect when you come to think of it cause that's what everybody wanted, isn't it?

A Family who's always there erases all negative thoughts that continuously spreads throughout your veins they're the ones who builds your entirety.

It's pretty reassuring to know that there's always this person who will always be with you no matter what even if the world's against you, left alone or thrown aside she would never leave you.

That great one person would be none other than My Mother.

She's My Mother, my model, my idol, my hero, my world, my all. I love her so very much.

But, In just a flash of lightning, in a slight move of the wind and a single heartbeat, my entire world came crashing down before me.

Torn in shreds into millions of pieces completely burned into ashes.

My Dearest Mother died.

We mourn and mourn for her, thus,we even tried to be happy just for her but, how could we be?

My Dad was always there with me he was the strongest person ever, I know it's most hard for him because the love of his life, his lifetime partner were no longer by his side and it consumes Forever.

I tried hardly to be strong for him and for myself as well but I grew weaker and weaker everytime reality hit me and slap me straight in the face that she my beloved Mother. Gone.FOREVER.

Eventually, everything gradually changed I can't grasp all of it one at a time it's too much for a sixteen year old teenage girl like me, I know, I know that I should be a big girl by now but it was never easy. Never gonna be.

Now I'm on my own left alone in this unfair cruel world with no one but myself trying to hold back the tears and bury the pain that keeps on intoxicating in the deepest zone.

Fate's tricks were masterpiece I'm defeatedly being tricked never had the chance to fight back, hanging.

My Own small world came to a halt but the real world hasn't continuation is a must. I need to proceed.

Perhaps it's time to Flip the page, Carry on the next chapter, Finish the Book and Create my own 'Once Upon A Time' . Cause this time I'm writing my own...

My Own Story.