It was a hell of a Tuesday morning. Sayuri overslept. "SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!" She yelled. She opened her laptop as quick as she could but the people in her class wasn't her current class. There were several windows opened. Each with someone talking. The first one was the highest class in her last school. Except...in digital? The second one was her current class. The other's were just murmurs of several people.She payed attention to her class. During their breaktime, her father goes inside her room and touches her. She yells everything she every word she wanted to convey to her father. They argued and argued until she passed out. The next thing she knew she was looking at her laptop. But still arguing with her father. She swore at him, yelled at him. In the laptop it seemed as if he was in the other room. Although when she shut her computer, he didn't bother to come to her room. "Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up" a voiced muttered repeatedly.
Then she woke up. She sat up, smiled and said "Best. Fucking. Dream. Ever." It was actually a weekend, but she still enjoyed the thought of telling her father how she truly felt about him. Sayuri rarely swears. But when she does she uses it for conveying very strong emotions and this was a big deal for her. Because she felt like it was real. She had it in her she had that confrontation that was endlessly happy for her. She hasn't forgotten this dream up to the current present they have.
Sayuri loves history. It's all she ever known. Her Mother's a historianand a journalist while her Father an archeologist. She was always hyped about answering during that class. She's always so cocky and confident in getting a perfect score in that class.. But occasionally she gets.. too cocky. She may hate her father alot but she still loves her mother with all her heart. Her father hasn't touched her since they made her cook her own food and do her own laundry and she took that risk just to not get touched by him any longer. They all still talk normally with each other but it's still being pointed out that she wants to be independent even as though she never addressed it. After feeling ashamed of her score in history and ranting about it with Seki and two other friends, she finally opened and warmed up about it to them. As she expected, they weren't any help either. She doubted them from the beggining they left her alone. They said they didn't know what to say but they'd always be there for her. It was too cliché. It may be a boost of reasons to keep herself alive. But it doesn't and didn't help her at all. The years she's helped them with problems. She was the shoulder they all could cry on. But they weren't any help."this was a bad idea." She said under her breath. After that she refused to open up to any of them. She did her homework, watched educationional videos and went to bed.
The next day was a weekend. Her father told her to watch a movie with them. They watched a movie along with her Mother and they got along really quick again. They cuddled and bonded, it almost made Sayuri cry. The sun came down and her father asked her if it was much better to be with ties with her mother but she just giggled and smiled at him silently. That night she couldn't sleep so she just cried. "OF COURSE I WAS HAPPY THAT SHE'S STILL CARING FOR MY WELL BEING!" She continued crying about that until she slept softly. She continued getting to bond with her parents but she still does her own chores. So far she hadn't had a problem. Just insecurities
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a story without a happy ending.
Nonfiksia story full of real life expectations being crushed. but only a point of view of one person named Sayuri. Beware of the consequences this story might hold for it contains trauma, depression and possible self harm
