Harvey
I just turned seventeen today.
My body stood in the middle of the street. Unfamiliar faces were glitching both of my sides, some of them stumbled to my shoulder, others were attentively staring at their devices on their hands while walking, a group of people was laughing, just passing me by.
I remembered when I was a kid, left alone in the street around three in the morning. That was the time when I saw how my mother died after an abstruse argument with my step-father. I was soaked because of the salty liquids coming from the dark sky and since that time, my heart refused to feel a certain emotion.
Every rainy morning, I would stare at the same sky where I saw the incident. That grey color of the clouds that started to pour down my soul, and when an angel whispered to me that I was terribly alone. Everything started from that day.
I couldn't cry even if I wanted to.
I couldn't laugh even if I had to.
I couldn't smile even if I felt a bit happy.
I was aware that I existed here. But I just didn't see the point of living anymore. I may not know what set in the stone, but I lost my faith of continuing to walk in the same street with full of people wearing expensive masks. With their words that I swore sometimes it pierced me or those seemingly convincing words, making me believe that I could still breathe and live peacefully. But I would never keep it in mind forever. Even if I know I deserve better. Even if I know, yet I still faced the reality.
I told myself to run away before.
To run away from my bastard step-father with her brat daughters and her cruel wife. I couldn't live there under the same roof together with them. I just couldn't. The way they treated me bad was enough for me to make a reason if why I should run away.
Until then, I never experienced what it's like to have a family. I know what it looks like. I do know that. But my mother had made me feel what it's like to be happy, to be together with someone that I love. And she was the only one who did that. That's why I couldn't still believe that I've already lost someone who had loved me with all her heart.
I love her. I will always love my mother.
But her death haunts me every now and then.
I am lost in this massive world. I don't know anyone. I don't know which way to go. I don't know where the right directions are. I don't know where I belonged.
I stared at the sky that just turned to dim, the same one that I'd always look at. I watched the raindrops fell to my cheeks and that's when I realized two things.
First, I cried.
Second, I desire terribly to have someone with me. Someone who wouldn't leave me. Someone who would truly love me for who I am.
That's all.
Then I could die before I find that someone.
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