Innocent Revenge

Chapter 2

It was a freezing, depressing Christmas Morning.

It wasn't a day of exchanging gifts,
Neither was it a day of exchanging love and affection.

It was the day my father died.

It's been five horrible years since his death, yet, I can never forget him. His soul is still livings inside of me and he is always there for me like I always thought he was five happy years ago. His training of his absent physical presense throughout my childhood helped me a little. But I still missed him, I longed for his hugs. I loved him so much.

I took out my journal from my bag and turned to a blank page. I started writing, like I always did every single day. Writing was a pure escape for me, a path that could lead me to happiness. I thought of this journal as something that my father wanted me to tell him with, so I started writing how I felt or what I did every single day. It was like he was there listening as I wrote, it made me feel at ease.

December 25 th.
Hi dad,
How are you? This was the day you left me, I'm really mad at you still. I hope everything is alright up there. Are you opening your presents now? Well, I hope you're okay. I'm fine here too. I just miss you.

Love,
Jasmine.

Honestly speaking, I was never fine. I couldn't blatantly tell my dad I'm dying over here, even though he might be aware of it. But telling him I'm fine makes me think that he wouldn't have to worry about me. He was constantly working when he alive, now I hope he can regain his happiness again.

"Jasmine!"

My mother's loud abrupt voice broke me away from my daydream and I quickly ran down the stairs.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"I'm making coffee for myself. Was wondering if you would like some" She spoke, faking a small smile.

"Yeah that will be great".

I sat down on the kitchen table and took small sips of the coffee. Coffee was my second addiction besides writing. I got it from my mother I suppose.

"Jasmine, I need to tell you something" My mother said and started playing with her fingers. Nervous, she is, why would she be nervous anyway?

I nodded in response for her to continue.

"Jasmine, I think you should know that you are eighteen now. By right you should be in college, attending classes, making new friends. Staying in a dorm and living your teenage life. But here you are, writing and writing and never caring about your future. Darling, it's time you get over your father's death. I know the fact you couldn't see him for the last time hurts you till now. And I'm sorry for that. I thought maybe... Maybe if you didn't see your father die right before your eyes it wouldn't affect you that much. I'm sorry jasmine. I really am. But it's time for you to venture out and live your life. It's time for you to leave."

Leave? Leave this house that my life depends on? The only thing left of me and my father is the memories that we shared. And now she wants me gone. I knew this was coming anyway I just knew it.

"So you are saying you want me to leave this house?" I snap.

"Yes." She calmly replies.

I bang my palms against the wooden table and ran up the stairs. Where does she want me to go? I literally have no one and nothing besides this house and my mother. I stopped school at fifteen because I hated it. And now I she wants me to go to college. How wonderful.

I stuffed all my clothes, toiletries everything you could possibly take for a vacation into a suitcase and zipped it up in frustration.

I stood behind the mirror and looked at my self in ages. I was a dirty brunette, my skin was so pale it could attract a ghost and I wasn't happy with my image at all. I wasn't happy with life, anything at all. I was so alone, I had no one by my side. Everyone left me, every single one of them. All I needed was love and affection, was it so hard to get? At that instant, I felt something hot against my skin ; tears. I cried, hell no, I bawled my eyes out. Life was so cruel to me. All these years I was searching in hope that I could fine love again. Well maybe I could, I never allowed myself to.

I carried my suitcase to the front door and someone's hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Here is your plane ticket to New York City. And inside the envelope is everything you would need there. Please do call me if you need anything at all Jasmine."

I turned around and saw a demon disguised as a motherly figure. I rolled my eyes grabbed whatever that stupid envelope she was holding and begin walking outside.

So this was it,
This was where I thought my life ended.

I was alone, again. Alone and I can be best friends now. But this was exactly that moment in my life, that something big was going to start for me.

I turned around and looked at that extravagant hotel that is. "I miss you dad, I miss you so much". I blinked back the few tears that threatened to spill and started walking god knows where.