Obelus

Supernovae

My eyes gazed up to catch the tally mark that scratched my skin the day i was born. The single source of light emanating from above was apparently blocked by the wrist that supposedly caged the lone tally mark that I own.

A single, black crooked line.

My very own cut of singularity that gobbled up and destroyed my hopes and chances at living a good life.

And as much as i am looking forward to leave this life through the waves of the ocean who is very much prepared to own a useless being such as myself, i reminisced the pieces of broken glass i call my life that when pieced together, reveal the ugly lines that would make anybody's eyes shift immediately to another.

How thoroughly pathetic.

And how befitting for someone like me to have been given an end such as this.

I recall that my parents had the same fate, and when the day came when i was revealed, they couldn't hold the tears up their eyes for long. Anything, anything but to spread the curse.

The curse of the lone tally mark.

My father had to contemplate his morality. He considered between killing me on the spot, knowing how cruel the world would be if they ever laid eyes on a weakling bearing the same curse he lived all his life with. But he cannot, my dear father, the sweetest and the most caring of all the people I've ever had in my life. He could not. He realized this after several attempts. He cannot find the motivation to kill. Not with his weak willed heart.

My mother suggested to hide me from the rest of the world. Oh, she cannot bear to let any hands touch the skin beholden of the darkest of the stormy nights. She wont let any eyes meet the onyx that hungers for a speck of light. Everything she'd done. She even denied having a child. Anything she'll consider doing. Left me for weeks on end, to prove that she didnt really have a child.

I havent had the chance to gaze at life properly, other than understanding from a very young age that i wasnt supposed to be staring for long.

Embracing the fate that the system had elegantly outlined, the last rays of light i will ever see continued their struggle to reach the bottom.

And i, the ever pitiful and disgraceful bearer of the lone tally mark, continued to descend towards the darkness that shared the same fate. Forced to accept something shoved down their throat. Without warning, without mercy.