Naira,
I'm Naira Singhania. Well I just liked to go by Naira. My family doesn't exactly "love" me. I mean, you know your are supposed to be loved by your parents, well that's not true for me.
Ever since I started school, my parents stoped caring about me. Well, my parents would start fighting in the middle of the night, when they thought I was sleeping but I still heard them.
I was a innocent little girl I didn't know what they were saying, but it was loud. Soon, my mom started behaving really rude to me.
Whenever I saw her, she would say "You are just a mistake Naira." "I hate you." "Worthless." I was heartbroken when I heard those words come from my own mothers mouth. Was I not good enough for my parents? The only thing I wanted to do was make sure my parents were happy and proud of me.. well that didn't happen.
Whenever I went to my friends house, their moms were really nice and sweet. Their parents would drop them to school and say "have a good day." Or something along those lines.
Mine? My parents didn't even take the time to wake me up for school. I had to walk, to and from school.
Yet, my parents had the nerves to yell at me if I was doing poorly in school. Like missing a few questions, I get it I'm human I make mistakes.
As I started getting older, I realized what was going on. I realized what those words that my mom called me, meant something terrible that no child should hear. I also realized that my dad would stay out late drinking, and come home yelling to my mother.
But, my mother yelled back. It was a back and forth conversation, but the worst part was I always heard my name. They were always fighting about me.
"If you didn't give birth to Naira maybe we both could have a had a better life!" My dad would yell to my mother.
"Well maybe if you wouldn't have been a jerk that day none of this would have happened!" My mom would yell back.
So I was actually just a mistake? I grew up my whole life hearing that from my family, and you know what's worse? School, even the cruel kids there wouldn't shut their mouths.
Well anyways that is my past. I graduated college, and I ran away from home with some money I earned over the years. My so called parents and police are somewhere out there searching for me, so I got to stay hidden as much as possible.
It was late night, probably 11 PM, and I was just walking around outside, enjoying the nice wind. Usually around this time my parents would be fighting, but I don't have to worry about that now. Everything was going to be alright!
As I was walking, I saw this tall man, probably around 6 feet tall, and he was walking but he lost his balance and fell. I ran towards him, and tried waking him up.
I was worried, and scared. I don't even know him, yet seeing this man like this was making me scared.
Finally he started opening his eyes slowly. I quickly called out for the security guard.
"Make sure he gets home safely." I tell him, and run for my life.
I can't let anyone know about me, my mom she's very clever she'll know how to find me within seconds if she gets one clue of me. I don't ever want to go back there.
Those thoughts circle around in my head every second of my life.
"You are a mistake."
"Worthless."
Why was I picked to have this life? What wrong things, have I ever done to anyone? Why does anyone have to feel pain in this life. Why can't everyone just enjoy life, smile and be happy and loved. Why did god do this to innocent people? Why?
I made my way back to my apartment. It's a nice apartment, and I'm trying to start fresh with no old memories, but for some reason they keep coming back.
When I was walking up the stairs to get to the third floor, I saw that same man I helped.
He was standing in front of the door right next to mine.
Is he my neighbor?
I'm new here, I just moved last week, I haven't really gone out to meet my neighbors or anything, because you know me being here is a secret.
I can't just trust the first person I see, for all I know my mom could have hired him to come get me.
Maybe I'm just thinking to much, but I'm not taking any chances no matter what.
He started coughing badly.
Was he okay?
It was almost like he couldn't breath at all. He started losing his balance again. I put on a hat that was in my bag to cover my face as much as I could, and I ran towards him.
I held his hand, so he could balance himself again.
"Are you okay? Do you need medicine?" I asked him.
"Yeah sorry, my head was just hurting, and I'm fine. Thanks." He said.
"You're not fine, I'll go bring some medicine." I tell him.
"No for real I'm okay." He said, trying to persuade me.
"Look, I'm bringing you medicine weather you want to listen or no. You're health is really bad right now." I tell him.
"Look why don't you just go home to your parents it's late." He said seriously.
Those words kind of hurt me, but that's not what matters. What matters is that he eats medicine.
I left from there slowly, each step I took I knew I shouldn't have left him all alone. I go inside and search for some medicine. I bring a whole box of medicines, and try to knock on his door, but no one answers.
Please god make sure he's okay.
To be continued,
