Life For Rent

Prologue

        August 2018..

“Why do we even have plans at all?”
I ask myself.

People say we're supposed to have plans almost always but I say, “what in blazing hell!”

Nothing goes according to plan. Believe me; I've witnessed it first hand.

I plan so many things but it never–ever–work. It's as if someone watch you racking your brain, coming up with all these ideas about how you want your life to go and then discreetly laugh at you, throwing everything you've been working hard towards right back in your face as if you are some crazed entity, having some ultra wild fantasies about being normal again.

It so doesn't make any logical sense.

I don't think I'll ever understand why we get to envision, have dreams and still nothing works.

Isn't that a waste of time, ideas and a lot of brain cells..?

I sigh as I looked at my parents across the dinning table. The finality was written on their faces in bold scarlet letters–literally–and it doesn't take a genius to know that I am condemned.

“So, you're sending me off to California?” I asked them the obvious question, crossing my fingers under the table.

Whoever is looking from up there, please do something–anything. I prayed, eyes shut tight momentarily but then nothing happened as I opened my eyes again to come face to face with reality. Which is, my parents "you're-still-moving-no-matter-what" faces.

Told you nothing goes according to plan.

Just a few minutes ago, my parents dropped the literal bomb of me going away to live with my aunt and have a fresh start at going to Uni next year.

And it seems like there's nothing I can do about it. Besides, they already sent my transcript to a public high school over there and my aunt is ecstatic about me living with her. Albeit this awful circumstances. But what I felt was a far cry from anything exciting. I felt as if I was no longer wanted in my own house, my own family, even though my heart told me otherwise, that they're only trying to help me.

As if reading my mind, Mom reached for the hand I've put on the table and covered it with hers, squeezing.
“I know how you must be feeling..” I looked at her incredulously.

So she knows how I'm feeling?
Then why is she siding with dad and sending me away!? Sure, she must know that I'm being torn up and slowly dying, because of this decision, right..?

But, do they even care?

Tears of betrayal sprang in my eyes.
“But honey, it's for your own good.”

I shot out of my seat, the tears falling freely now. “How is this for my own good?!” I shouted, catching them off guard. I was shocked by my outburst too but I couldn't give a damn at the moment.

Get your point across, that's the mission.

“For crying out loud, I'm practically moving across the country, away from everyone I know and you tell me it's for my own good?!” I yelled.

I looked over at my Dad and he somewhat look really annoyed, like he was having a hard time suppressing his anger as he had that 'stop-being-so-over-dramatic' look on his face but I just couldn't care less. I still had a mission here and I can't allow him to intimidate me out of it with his angry looks.

I was at the most tender moment of my life here, Jesus!. And still, they want to send me away?

Isn't this the time that they're supposed to stand by me and help me fight my demons? As a family?

Too many questions, and not even a single answer. I felt like someone was toying with me on purpose.

Although my aunt love me, it was as if the air was knocked out of my lungs with the mere thought of me moving away from the life I've known forever.

This isn't the life I dreamed of..

Hello there Little Doves🕊

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