Immortal

1. Father & mother, the first decoration for my life inscruption

Ever since I was little, I loved fairy tales. Mother, as well as father, have built that mindset. They comforted me with stories of goodness, evil, victory and love. Which all ended beautifully.

Then, I began to dream, one day, when my time arrived, I would carve my own tale. The most beautiful fairytale ever.

That afternoon, in a cold November, on the 7th of that month in 2015, I had just returned from school. Bringing a wad of happiness and a piece of paper, containing the first fairytale I wrote myself. In my heart, I'm so impatient. I want to immediately show my work to my mother and father at home. My beautiful smile mingled with my eyes that were as blue as sapphire, which sometimes made the neighbors around me praise me, which eventually made me embarrassed by myself.

And finally I arrived at the door. My hand wants to knock on the door, but suddenly I block it myself. I was struck by a loud scream from inside my house and there were glassware that sounded as if they had hit the floor.

Hurriedly, I immediately opened the door of my house, the white door creaked and the round handle rotated. I ran into the house and I found my mother and father had a big fight in the kitchen. I don't know what they are arguing about. At that time I was only seven years old, but I already knew what was called violence. It was a big fight that I first saw in my little family. Later I found out that it turns out my parents have been fighting for a long time behind me!

I didn't know what to do at that time, I just cried and screamed loudly when my father landed his palm on my mother's face. My mother fell down, not until there I saw my father pulling a gun from his pocket, he was frantic, he pulled the powder and directed it to her. In a few moments the sound of gunfire muted everything.

A few moments were all quiet, but then after doing that, the father aimed his gun at his own head and DUARRRRR! The gun's bullet pierced his head. His gun fell along with him who also fell. And before he fell, the last few seconds of his breath, he still had time to look at me with a smile. As if he wanted to show guilt and apology in one moment.

Psychologically, for children my age witnessing such violence before my eyes, is a fatal thing. Because it can have a significant effect on my mental health. But so, since then, I have been cared for by my grandmother who lives in the South, far from my home in the West. After 1 year and 8 months, my grandmother died of complications.

I was then taken by my barren aunt. Namely a lecturer at a college that is quite well known in my area. I used to say hello to the call Aunt Plura. His name is Selin Mc Rivera Plura. She is a fat woman who is merciful and full of tenderness. He has a lot of dogs and cats at home. So he voluntarily bought another piece of land beside his house to just build a comfortable place to live for all his dogs and cats.

Well, everything starts to run normally like before. Although rather bland and will never be perfect. I transferred schools, of course. I never heard, read or wrote a fairy tale again. But the desire to have a fairy tale I still keep well in my soul, then I lock it tightly so it will not be damaged and vanished.

I'm not much different from other teenagers in my city. Entering the age of adolescence, I began to be colored by the pleasures of a world of teens full of curiosity. Staying one night, I said goodbye to Plura's aunt, arguing I wanted to work assignments at Ben's classmate. But in fact I went to the bar. Buy two bottles of whiskey and drink it with Ben and two of my other buddies at our secret base. That's not much and the peak, I was expelled from school because I was caught doing drug transactions at school. I quit school, I was jailed for several months. And lucky aunt Plura still wants to accept me after I get out of prison. She was indeed a fat woman who was merciful and could not bear.

After that, I started to become a closed figure. I went to a new school, with a new life. I promised myself that I would not disappoint my aunt again. So I decided to become a closed and curt person. I have no friends. My friends are only books and books. I took two breaks to go to the library. In the evening I went to the city library, read and then borrowed some books to read at home. During the summer break in the last semester of 12th grade, I focused on studying questions that would help me in my final school exams.

I graduated with grades best in my school. Become the best graduate and get an award from the school, and successfully pocketed 5 scholarships, two of which are campuses outside my country. One of them is the campus where my aunt teaches. I chose that one, because I thought I could get closer to Aunt and look after myself.

I entered the faculty of literature. Since I was a child, I really liked art and literature, especially literature. And my campus life began to be full of surprises and memories.

On campus, I met someone, almost my age. He is kind and friendly. We fit and I like our conversation. He is a boy of the faculty of architecture. But deep in my heart, something was up and I wanted to tell him.