Humanity: The Last Hope

Chapter 1.2: The Lifeless Doll

Am i even alive?

No. I don't think so, all my life i have been monopolized by my own parents to become this, and that - to become the perfect lady, the perfect daughter that could bring them fortune and lots of money. I didn't even felt the love that i needed all these years.

They didn't let me experience it, being their daughter.

Outside the mansion, we were perfect. They wear their mask and pretend we're the perfect family out there, that we're filled with love and passion. We were adored by alot of people, but what they didn't know is that these people they adore is wicked to the bones.

Being perfect comes with two outcomes in the family and out of the family. The bad and the good. The good is that those who adore us was on our side always, by political and by fame. They're always by our side. And the bad side, the hates. Those people who hate us tries to destroy our names, spreading malicious rumors and scandalous bullshits. And it includes me, myself who doesn't even do anything.

I was trying my best to let them acknowledge me, to make them notice my hardwork and my needs for their attention. Yes, i was hungry for their affection. But again, they didn't even let me taste it - that love. I never knew how it feels to love.

So here i am. A walking lifeless doll.

Who says that being rich and famous is a good thing? That we're lucky? Bullshit.

I envy those people with a complete family that suffers altogether. Why can't i have that simple thing from them? A family? I can't even call us a family, I'm simply a tool for them. It's infuriating. It's frustrating.

"Tiara! Open the door! You need to greet our visitors! They're a great income for our financial assistance!" Mom shouted at the other side of the door. I was left here cowering because of fear of the man that maliciously licked his lips while looking at me. Just by thinking about him sends shivers all over my body, it's giving me the red alarms.

I'm only 10 years old but i already know what are my parents doing, they're using me for money. They're using those business partners who ogle around me!

I greeted my teeth as i took a deep breath, burying the rising bile in my throat - stopping the scream that I've been wanting to release all these years.

"I'm coming." With my sweetest voice and sweetest smile as i open the door, i greeted him. Behind my smile, was a sickening scheme of a child.

I still remember that time when he tried to molest me, ended up with me turning the tables on him - continuously abusing his body every time we meet. Turns out he's an M.

Two years have passed after that day, I completely lost my feelings - then the emptiness was replaced by hatred and despise.

Do i have a family?

No.

I don't have them. I was born alone. I don't know what family means. Perhaps, it's the disgusting trashes? Maybe it is.

I don't even care about what they feel anymore, I don't even care what they think anymore. I just smile infront of them, and then kills them in my mind. I'm truly sickening isn't it?

I also once had a friend. Well, was she a friend? She's my maid, she's cheerful and really sweet. Her words sometimes are my comfort, her voice sometimes are my favourite sound.

We always talk about things, my hobbies, her hobbies, our dreams for the future, our favourite foods. We play in the backyard, we sing together.

I was happy with her.