Five, six, seven, eight... And? What then? The real dance starts? Just on nine?
They all say: "Carpe diem, you only live once."
Well... I say once is not enough. Life's too long to be lived just one way. And there's far too many sides of me to fit in one mere life.
But, in the end, what's quantity next to quality? I could have had a charming life and maybe one would have been enough. I could have been the happiest person on Earth.
IF. If everyone just minded their own business. But so it happened I became the centre of interest of my family, of the society, of him, of every bloody person in the country. And I asked for none of it - I just tried to spend my lifetime the best. And they'd call me Miss Perfect. And IF I ever was to be just a little perfect, this praise, this jealousy, this spite ruined it all.
And five, six, seven, eight, one after one my lives led to a dead end.
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I soon realised money only made us great debts. We were given fortune, but not to confuse it with luck in any way. And without luck on your side... you just take what you have and do some twisted things with it. Because all roads lead to dead end after all. To freakin hell.
As for the people around me... I didn't mean to hurt her. And even if I meant to, she certainly didn't mean to hurt me. But sometimes things just go their own ways.
To freakin hell, right.
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See you at the end of the story - wherever it takes us!
Yours, BettyBerry