Nightmare.Series: How do you sleep at night?

Mini-Nightmare

Lend your love to its destination

There was always this particular belief that I have ever since my mom and dad got divorced. I believe that people collide with each other just to perform such an audacity play that base upon the standards of society. Love is something that the community has to perform in order to be at its peak of destination. I've always had that in mind ever since.

After those two people accomplish their task of being together, they undergo a conclusion called 'heartbreak' and begin to lose their sanity. It's a norm that this world have reciprocated unto everyone's minds. I think it just fits with the game that they're playing within this community. Having someone their to make you feel light and suddenly leave you in the darkness-- it would only be fitting enough to lose your shit and become the lifeless soul you are.

After the separation of mom and dad, everything changed. Smiles, laughters and even communications began malfunctioning. I have never seem dad after that and I would barely even see mom inside the house. She would always be inside her room, locked up and tearing up. She must be happy or sad, I don't really know. I have no idea. Who am I exactly to get involved into an adult play? I'm still too young to understand their destination of love.

My mom quit her job and never came out of her room. I took a part-time job and and was able to earn an ample amount of money, just enough for us to be able to eat something. I pity my mom, and I wonder where my dad is right now. He must be with another partner and with another chapter to continue. I might even have a new version of myself from his play. Who knows?

I was able to graduate high school and ready to apply for a scholarship in college. It is the only thing I have to do for my role in this life. Mom seemed like she still has the same role as always, I guess she doesn't even also take a bath since every time I walk pass by her room, it would always stink. A smell of a rotten soul. It's a role that she was given. She must partake to what her role is for life to circulate normally. It's the life cycle for families like us.

As I was able to get the scholarship at the university that I applied into, I was also able to find myself a partner. A man, is what they call. He was just like my dad. He was loving, caring and was perfect for my play. I wonder what kind of chapter the society have prepared for us.

After a few years, my partner gave me a very fancy object that is supposedly to be worn on your finger. It is what they called a 'proposal'. My mom and dad also had rings with them when they were still together. Is this the same kind of play as them? The same destination of love?

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I didn't how we came to this destination but somehow we were able to reach at our point of love. I understood now the destination of my mom and dad. But mine was a different take of turn. I've learned that after my partner forced open my mom's door.

My mom was just peacefully sleeping on the floor with her wrists slit open and dad's head was placed on top of her table. They smelled rotten and so in love. This is the kind of play that they were given.

Mom had no choice. Dad wanted to leave but mom's role was to let him stay and keep him. So she did what she had to. It was sweet for me but sinister for my partner. But I knew he'd understand. Of course he would. He has no choice. It's his role-- his role.

To be the hangman inside my room.