Hidden Library

Chapter One: An Ending with No Last Page

Chapter One: "An Ending with No Last Page."

If I asked you to tell me one of the happiest moments on your life, what would it be? Would it be the day you found your true love? Or realized there was no end of a true friendship? Maybe even the day you received a gift from your parents you haven't seen for so long, was that your happiness?

But what is the true meaning of happiness?

My father, Ryan, always told me his happiest moment was when my mother, Iris, survived lung cancer seven days right before their 7th year anniversary. Ever since then the number seven was his happiness.

What made me even more eager to listen about his happiness was when he told me I was a lucky child. No, not because I was born on the 7th day, but because I was born on Christmas Eve. It's the day of true love in the cold, dry, snowy air. Giving gifts and sharing laughter with the ones you care most.

A day of true happiness.

I've always loved the day of my birth, and so do my parents. In my eyes, Iris was the definition of a goddess, her golden locks framed around her heart shaped face and her blue glistening eyes shined with beauty. She had soft light skin while Ryan was slightly tanned. He was skinny but still firm and muscular. He had sharp brown eyes that smother with kindness, and his black hair remained trimmed but groomed back perfectly.

They were always great to me and at that time, I truly believed my family was perfect.

Soon after, Eliza was born on July 7th, a year after me. I can still remember the bright delighted smiles on both my parents' faces. But the happiest was my father; he was thrilled hearing the birth date of my younger sister.

She was tiny thing of beauty, and I was glad to be calling her my sister. Her eyes were blue, taken from my mother while mine is brown. Her hair shined with the lightest shade of brown and my hair is dirty blonde. But whenever I watch my parents' faces looking lovingly down to my sister, I can almost feel like an outcast. But I try to ignore it every time, just to smile in front of them.

And so, we all live as a happy family. But as years go by, I can feel a slight change of respect my parents had towards me.

On my 8th birthday I received only but a soft ball from my parents when my sister received a house of dolls and teddy bears, plus an additional present on Christmas Eve. And when I asked if I could have a Christmas present too, Ryan would always tell me that I wasn't born to be a spoilt child and my birthday present is the gift. Whenever I come home from elementary school Ryan and Iris would only greet me with a small smile when Eliza was greeted with both a warm hugs and a huge smiles.

My frowns became more frequent and my smiles slowly drifted from my face. I stood by the door and watched before me, the man I once knew as a loving father is favoring my young sister because of her birth date.

Eliza became his happiness.

What was worst is the kids in my elementary school started teasing me about Eliza being better than me.

It was a day of a small tournament of soccer baseball and all parents were invited. With a poor 0-5 score, one of the boys from the other team suddenly yelled from across the field. "Haha, she can't even kick the ball properly!" The little boy in blue teased, showing his toothy smile.

My eyebrows knitted in anger and I left out an exasperated grunt, I pulled out my short left leg and swung it forwards with all my eight-year-old strength. My foot went straight past the ball, missing it within two inches and my arms flailed around as I began losing balance.