"Tears are the words the lips can't say."How can life be so cruel and detestable. She feels like, it was only yesterday when she's watering the flowers on their garden while dancing and turning around with her flowery dress-- she looks beautiful as a princess. She's riding her horse. She's playing with her white adorable lamb. She's asking her mother for a glass full of her favorite, seemingly, bland fresh milk. She's asking for her father to cook her favorite fajita streak. She's celebrating her 15th birthday. She feels only yesterday, she's begging her family to let her pursue her dreams. Now, she's there. In the cold, dark, empty and silent hallway. Lying on the floor, clutching her aching stomach stomach. She's silently crying for help, begging to stop the unfamiliar and unshakeable pain. How she wish yesterday did not past.
Liquan slowly and subtly get up from the cold floor. Kneeling, she cries and sobs in silent. She wished she could turn back time and live her happy life again. She wished she never got to hear her schoolmates gossiping about the scout. She wished her parents did not let her go, they could have had shackled her inside their house. With every move her body does, regrets flooded her heart and mind. How cruel can the world get to her.
"Ahhh!" Liquan covered her lips to muffle her screamed. She stood, legs shake vehemently. She couldn't feel her body as she walks. She's not in control of her own body. She feels hollow and empty.
Madness completely takes over her as she runs outside to the cold. She run and run until she reached the tall and enormous wooden door, the gateway to the outside world. The door she happily step her legs in to.
"Once you choose to step out of the door, you will not have another chance to step inside. You are the master of your own fate."
Mandy's voice echoed inside her head.
She's young, dumb, mad and lost. She couldn't care less anymore. She wants a way of her nightmare. Liquan looked back before opening the door. It made a creepy creaking sound that resonated in her heart. That's the only creepy creaking sounds she had loved to hear.
"I'm so sorry to myself." She whispered and sobbed. She step her right leg out. She stopped for a second before fully taking a step out of the door of her dream. For a spilt moment of time, she stopped because she's expecting anyone could save her from being completely broken and wasted. It did not happen.
Liquan runs again, this time, farther away from the doorway of her dreams. Her barefoot took a lot of pricking from a pointed stones on the ground. She doesn't care. She feels numb anyway.
"Ahh!" She bellowed. Her legs wobbled and fell- knees flat on the ground, scraping her beautiful skin. Her eyes were tears dry. Her throat was dry and hurting. She didn't mind the pain or the blood. She wants to go away, far away from where was. She doesn't mind the darkness, coldness, silence or even the isolation she was once hated the most.
"What did I do wrong for you to punish me like this?!" She screamed, pointing heavenwards. Her tears made its way againts her cold face.
"Was I a bad daughter to my mother and father?!" She screamed again.
"I don't know what you plan for me...buti, why did you let this happen to me?" She asks between her heart-wretching sobs.
"Was I not good enough?! Haven't I did my best?! Is my best not enough for you?! Why... why... why would you let thus happen to me?! Why?!" She screamed in resentment and anger. She screams because she's lost and hurt. She wanted to be heard and be saved.
"Aren't I good enough for you?" She whispered.
Her chest contracted painfully, her breaths become uneven. She clutched her chest.

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A Way To My Dream
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