I just wanna let you guys know that it's been ages since I've written. So my work will initially seem like a 9-year-old's doodle. But I need to start somewhere. So I tried making a mature content, even though my writing skills are a bit rusty. I hope you enjoy and do tell me about the errors I made 🙃
I put my pen down, as the clock strikes three. I look up at the Stygian sky, through the window, stretching my stiff back and arms, which were aching from studying for hours. Looking at the void outside, I tried thinking about the last time I stayed up so late. I haven't ever stayed up late solely for studying at all. I don't really have much of a choice, honestly. Given the circumstances, I might have to sleep all day and study all night. I need to learn and remember all the chemical properties and reactions of, what seems like, a gazillion functional groups for a test next week. Also I want to pay full attention to what I am doing, unbothered by the harsh words thrown at the only person I care about, on the other side of the wall, most of the time of the day.
I try shaking myself off all those negative thoughts as I get up from the chair and curl up in my bed. I had promised myself on my birthday, yesterday , when I turned 18, to stay unfazed by the things that are out of my control. What I don't understand is why do I have face the consequences of someone else's mistakes. It wasn't my fault that I was born in this world. It was a choice equally made by my parents. So why is it so hard for them to take equal responsibilities?
I'm going off to college next year.
Until I got my offer letter from the university I had applied to, both my parents were on board about letting me study abroad and assured that they'd be okay as long as I make it somewhere well reputed, no matter the expenses involved. However, once I broke the good news to them, instead of a congratulation!, I heard silence. My dad just looked like he couldn't care less as if he had more pressing matters and my mother, exhausted from talking all day, said she was proud. She was fooling no one.
My parents were arguing back and forth for weeks, nothing out of the ordinary, and I thought the news would cheer them up somehow.
I was wrong.
I didn't expect much of a reaction from my father, because I stopped hoping that he'd appreciate my accomplishments. As for my mother, she has always been supportive of me, cheering for me - always.
I discovered what was up after I dug a little deep into the matter myself. I didn't like what i learnt. I was too young to have fathomed any of that stuff.
How do I feel?
Pathetic. Helpless. I feel like I've been toyed with. I'm not directly responsible for the predicament that I'm in. It seems unfair.
Where do I stand?
Nowhere.
I wiped a tear from my face, which I didn't notice falling, torn from my train of thoughts, as I heard a ding on my phone. I can't imagine who would text me at this hour, especially with the finals so close at hand.
It's Cleo...
Cleo:
YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHO I MET ASDFGHJKKL
IVY:
IT'S 3 in the morning. I have classes tomorrow. fuck off
CLEO:
...
I met J-hope's sister
Aaaahh
IVY:
...
Can I pass my test with that info?
CLEO:
DID U NOT HEAR ME? THAT'S JUNG FUCKING HOSOEK'S SISTER!
IVY:
I technically READ your text. I can't hear you from France all the way here
CLEO:
I landed in Berlin this evening. But I met her in Paris. You never get excited over anything. You're heartless 🤧
IVY:
-__- it's not like you met the man himself. Even if you did, there's no reason to get excited because he wouldn't, like, play you the songs that he'd release after he gives birth to his third child.
CLEO:
Just go back to sleep
IVY:
😴
CLEO:
Ivy?
IVY:
tf I'm sleeping u dummy
CLEO:
Don't worry about your future too much. Everything will fall into its place. It'll be fine.
IVY:
yeah jus like those terrorist bombs falling in Iraq 😏👉🏼👉🏼 ayy
CLEO:
I don't know how I'm still friends with you
IVY:
Honestly, me neither. I'm not fun to be around anymore
CLEO:
...
Yk we're here for you. Instead of throwing your stupid sarcastic responses, you can actually talk to us. We'll help you. Ik you're hurt. You try hiding but remember that you can't hide shit from us. You need time. Time heals everything.
IVY:
lemme fucking sleep you imbecile
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In Too Deep
FanfictionThis follows the story of an introversive cynic, Ivy Adams, who had become rather stern and indifferent to the normal pleasures in life due the tough circumstances she had to face in her early life. Her life, however, doesn't get any better when she...
