Under the Stars |✓

12

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

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I couldn't believe what I was witnessing right now.

There in front of me, I watched as my mom threw my suitcase that contained little of my belongings out the door.

"Mom?"

She completely ignored me, stomping back into the house like I was not even there.

I ran to my suitcase which was lying haphazardly on the floor, some of my clothes threatening to spill put any minute. Before I could bend down to pack them up, more clothes landed at my feet. The ones I had just put in the laundry this morning were currently hugging the slightly wet ground.

I was in a state of bewilderment as to what was unraveling. Why the heck is she throwing my stuffs out? I hadn't done anything remotely wrong today. Have I?

I slowly looked up to see her glaring down at me as she stood by the front door, her arms akimbo.

"You are no longer welcome to stay in this house anymore." My mother regarded disdainfully.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach. "W-what?"

My mom sighed irritated and her hands fell as she straightened her stance in a menacing way. "You heard me! I can no longer tolerate you. I cannot stand your presence or your face or your mere existence. Your presence keeps reminding me of the mistake I made by bringing you into this world. You are not my daughter. I hate you. I absolutely despise you. Get out of our lives and leave us in peace! " Her eyes blazed with black hatred as she stared me down to ashes. I have never seen a person hate with such magnitude.

As if shat she said weren't enough, my mom uttered the words that slowly but surely broke me.

"You might as well just die. No one needs you here. No one cares. Just do everyone a favor and disappear from our lives." With that, she walked into the house and slammed the door in my face.

I stared at the closed door, frozen in shock, trying to process what just happened.

I just got thrown out of the house. My house. My own mom just threw me out of the house.

It was like my whole world came crumbling down right in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt shattered, traumatized, utterly useless. I expected something like this to happen, but not this soon. I thought I would be at least eighteen years old, when I became a legal adult.

I sank down to the ground and slowly the shock that consumed me turned into fresh tears. I felt myself shivering and the tears came flooding down my cheeks. I sobbed my heart out in front of the door, knocking and knocking, begging to be let into the house. Where was dad when this was happening? He wouldn't let my mom act this rashly. This had gone too far!

Where was Lily?

No one answered the door. No one let me in.

I don't know for how long I sat there, crying my eyes out and begging. Eventually, the tears stopped. My throat hurt from crying and shouting and my body shivered from the evening chill.

Dusk had fallen, I noticed. The sky was a colourful mess of cloudy orange, pink and purple. I could spot the first star starting to appear in the horizon.

Slowly I got up from where I had been sitting. I wiped my tear-stricken face and crouched down at my piles of clothes on the ground. I began packing them along with my other stuffs that were scattered around me, tugging them into my little suitcase. When I was done, I carefully zipped it close before standing up and staring at the building in front of me.

The building I could no longer call my home.

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