Memories are in the distant. I never sat and tried to remember my past. It's ugly and cruel. It's like suffocating or suffering not being able to be at peace. To have everyone look and stare at you because you're "different". Life is hard, full of hatred and mistakes. Nobody helps you when they know you're hurt, they just watch as you slowly kill yourself.
Yeah, some people have that perfect prince or princess, were they are admired by everyone. Because they are some sort of royalty. They are ordinary people that are just more wealthy right? Wrong, according to us humans they are better than everyone else. Proof? None. Thats just how people's mindsets are. You are either perfect or nothing at all, no normal no average. Only yes and no, valuable or nothing at all. Trash.
How can a people be better than other people because of looks or money. How is it that people would willingly bow down to someone who is still a person. Why is it that a persons go to, to someone who is wealthy is in some shape of royalty such as "princess" or "prince". Some may have a reason for why they use these up going terms, yet I don't understand.
Why didn't I get these terms. Maybe that's why I'm frustrated about the concept, because I didn't get treated like that, maybe because my friends and family weren't there when I needed them. Practically nobody was there. No one at all. I wasn't something someone would dwell on. Of course people would be thinking, oh stop with being a martyr. I didn't start. Also, I AM NOT.. being over dramatic. I never got to hear these words people would look at me as if I was trash. Something that the world didn't need. Someone who is unnecessary. I always thought... I am the mistake.
I woke up to my alarm. I turned it off the slammed my face into my black fluffy pillow. I heard my phone alarm go off again. "Already?! Jesus Christ I don't want to wake up yet" I screamed into my pillow.
At the time I am 13 years old living with my aunt and her boyfriend, who I don't really like. I am living with them because my parents gave up on me, calling me dumb and abusing me almost every day. I always blamed the scars on my cat. They wandered off leaving me with my aunt and back then her husband who then divorced. My parents were then found in a airport trying to leave the country. My mother and father were arrested for child abuse and are going to be held captive for quite a while. My aunt asked me if I wanted to see them, I said no.
"Sweetheart are you okay?" I heard Aunt Maxine ask. "I'm fine!" I hollered back. "I just wanna stay in bed thats all!". I get up and look at my mirror. "What the hell is that?!" I scream and my aunt and uncle come running into my room seeing me pointing to my mirror, but nothings there. "Nothing is there honey.." Maxine said softly sounding a bit concerned. "Y-you don't s-see that dark f-figure in the m-mirror?" I stuttered. "You must have had a bad sleep.." Maxine said as my Half-Uncle left my room rolling his eyes. My aunt sighed and left the room. As I looked back where I saw the figure it was gone.
Im going crazy?
