A story of a pitiful girl

2nd October
As I recalled lay on my bed, recalling on the drastic happenings that has happened to me, I couldn’t fall asleep. Everything seemed like a nightmare to me.

1st September
It was a brand new day of the week, probably one of the most refreshing mornings that I have had in my lifetime. However, little did I know that my nightmare was about to happen. That afternoon, a woman came knocking on my house door. Upon opening it, she introduced herself as my mother’s friend and said she was here to visit. As I wasn’t really close to my mother, who had abandoned me when I was a child, I didn’t notice anything fishy amongst her words and allowed her to enter. That was where the nightmare begun.

When she entered, she seemed to know where the rooms were and rushed in.

“Guess my house has the same layout as others”, was all I thought.

A bolt from the blue, shoutings was heard from my mother’s room. Curiosity got the better of me and I went over to take a look at the situation. Just then did I realize that the woman was actually my father’s mistress. My heart shattered, seemingly pierced by thousands of sharp knives. I always thought that my parents had wanted a divorce due to their constant disputes. It was only then, did I realize the real reason. It was no wonder why she knew my house inside out.

I tried to stop the fight. However, it was all to naught. I felt utterly hopeless. Here right in front of me was my mother, a woman who carried me in her womb for 10months painstakingly, yet, I could do nothing to protect her.

Just then, my father came home. Witnessing the situation, he quickly dragged the woman away and pushed all the blame to my mother. I loathed my father then. However, I still had to face the fact that he is after all my father. After that incident, I didn’t talk to him for a couple of days, until the next hearing.

6th September
I dreaded this day to come, for I knew I had to meet the slut again. However, she appeared to be extremely concerned about me, trying to act like a stepmother. I told myself I wouldn’t be fooled, because I knew it was all an act of kindness to win the support of my father and the by-standers.

I was in a puzzled state then. I didn’t know who to follow. Even though I had 2 elder siblings, they were old enough to support themselves. If I followed my mother, I would much suffer as she would have a hard time finding a job as she hadn’t been working for 20 odd years. There would surely be financial problems. If I followed my father, there would be no doubt he would treat me nicely. However, what would happen if that woman gave birth to a son for him? What would be the next of me? I would surely be a goner once I was living with that stepmother.

8th September
At then, I was very jealous of my classmates who had happy families. Therefore, I was emotional during lessons, causing all my friends to worry for me. However, I didn’t breathe a word about my family problems in front of them.

Like I hadn’t had enough pain in my life, another stab came right at me when I arrived at school that day. My close friend, Genevieve, was not her usual self, practically ignoring me. That moment in life, suicide was the only thought that filled my mind. I had lost both my family and close friend. I had no proper home to go to like other teenagers of my age. What saddened me, Genevieve changed a lot. Once a cheerful and bubbly anime fanatic, she now became very quiet. It wasn’t just a day or two. It lasted for weeks.

Soon, I closed all the doors to my close ones. I didn’t want to hurt any of them. In addition, I had to console my friends, those who looked for my help regarding friendships. I couldn’t just ignore for I was just too soft-hearted. I just couldn’t.

10th September
I had a close god-sister whom I really cared for a lot. That day, a friend of hers, a guy, messaged me. We started talking and soon, I realized that the friend of my sister liked her. He was practically “using” me.

I was dead angry then. However, I thought to myself, at least I’m of use, not worthless.
Therefore, I wasn’t angry at him for long.

28th September
Soon, that guy had suicidal thought. This led me to think about my family. His mother cared for him a lot. All mothers do, I guess?

That day, he told me, “You don’t know anything about my family, so don’t you dare compare me with the people suffering in 3rd world countries! My parents don’t care about me at all. I’m already struggling to survive.”

Yes, it is indeed true that I didn’t know anything about his family. But I beg to differ! His parents, his mother at the very least, should be the most worried for him. I didn’t know what he was facing; however, I guessed that I’m worst off than him. I could help but to blow my top at him. All that was in my mind was: “How worst off can he be? I’m also struggling to survive!”

I tried my very best, did all I could to push that suicidal thought out of his head. Yet, I failed… I couldn’t even help myself and protect my friends around me. Yet here I am, making others worried for me.

I really hoped the friends around me will cherish the precious life given to them…

Written by: Yvette
Edited by: Andrew

Hope you guys can understand today's post. =S

tatas~

rained @ 7:19 PM