PROLOGUE 📖📖📖📖
I never understood fate
How merciless art thou!
To give me a twisted life that i can never be free from.
To make me wish i had never been born.
Cuddled by nonentity, fed by foreign hands,
Cried to a foreign guardian, who never was my mother
Took my first swim on my own,
Learnt to do things without a teacher,
Grew up like a nobody, and ended up as a maid.
Although i am worthy to sit on the throne,
The throne my aunt stole from me
But instead, made me to work as a slave, An unwanted slave in my own kingdom.
I never blamed anyone but me,
I must have committed a huge sin in my past mermaid life
To have been given this fate,
And here i am, suffering for a sin i have no knowledge of
My life is a hard one,
I can say im an orphan,
An orphan that will always stay an orphan,
An orphan that fate banned from having parents.
But i have to move on,
And fight for my kingdom, Oceania
Save my people,
Free them from my wicked aunt who never allowed peace to conquer.
But that seems impossible for me,
Because to perform a noteable feat,
I have to look beyond what i see,
Beyond the ocean blue, the waters of the sea
And the land seen
Beyond the stars above,
The stars twinkling at night,
Beyond the scary night
That we wished never to come.
But things are not as they seem
Because whatever we look for might be in between where we might not know,
And that's why it might be found,
If i look BEYOND THE MIDST.
Today I want to die. Not because of anything in particular or specific, but just because the utter thought of ceasing to exist sounds devastatingly euphoric. To make the noise stop. To stop this stabbing pain in the lowest pit of my stomach that's causing a burning sensation that crawls all over my skin, making me want to peel it off. To stop the guilt that festers every time I take a breath-- an oxygen thief. To stop the constant urge to detonate over anything and everything that dares to love me because in all-- I could never deserve such an honor. Today I want to die.
For the longest time, I thought I was just unlucky. That sometimes life doesn't work out for everyone, and for people like me; things just never get better. I had settled into the life of being unlucky, reveled in it, and found comfort in knowing that no matter what; I would just be categorically unlucky.
That was until I realized luck had nothing to do with it. It's karma. It's the idea of what goes around comes around, and what goes up must come down. Didn't some philosopher speak to that once? However, it isn't my karma. Well it wasn't at first-- somewhere down the line after all my wrongdoing I'm sure it has switched to mine. But I am the poor soul stuck with my father's karmic retaliation. The karma that he deserves has been thrown against me as some sort of sick cosmic joke-- I'm sure he'd actually celebrate and feast on the fact that once again, he still gets to hurt me even from his grave.
Too bad I killed him before he had the chance to see.
*Book One in the Karma Duet. Book Two is now in progress, titled: The Karma Study*