Dear Daisy,
It’s only six more days till my birthday…great right?
Apparently, mom doesn’t think so. I told her that I would be going to the local bar with some friends and that she could come, but she didn’t like it…at all.
She stood up, bottle in hand and screamed, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR BIRTHDAY? YOUR BIRTHDAY SHOULDN’T EXIST! I SWEAR SINCE I HAD TO BRING YOU INTO HERE ALL YOU HAVE DONE IS HURT ME. MY MARRIAGE STARTED FAILING AS SOON AS YOU POPPED OUT. HELL, YOU EVEN MANAGED TO KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND!”
My eye’s got warm.
She continued “OH YOU’RE CRYING? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY I SHOULD BE CRYING. ALL YOU HAVE DONE IS BE A PRICK IN MY BACK A STUPID, USELESS, NO-GOOD CHILD! A CURSE THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE A FUCKING CURSE! OH, AND YOU DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T SEEN THOSE UNIVERSITY APPLICATIONS? YOU ARE JUST GOING TO ABANDON ME? AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU? YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT. OR WHAT ABOUT THOSE FA-(f slur used against LGBTQ+ people) YOU ARE GOING TO 'HELP' HOW YOU GO TO THAT PLACE EVERY DAY? TO GO AND SEE THOSE DISASTERS AND FREAKS. IT'S ALL WRONG. YOU ARE WRONG EVERYTHING YOU EVER DO IS WRONG!”
A curse I was a curse. The thoughts echoed in my head. Just the word curse.
“YOU HAVE RUINED MY LIFE. GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE,” was the last thing she said.
I took my diaries and ran out of the house as fast as possible to the first place I thought of. I ended up at the centre. Daffi was there so were Cheeto and Zennia. When the doors opened I collapsed and cried my heart out. All three of them wrapped me in an embrace while I let it all out. So many different things were happening in my head. Words like a curse, killed, friend, useless, wrong, and brat, shouldn’t exist.
Maybe it is my fault. Everyone around me seems to get hurt anyways. Maybe I should just disappear from everyone's lives. Would it make it easier?
Love,
Kai
Don’t kill me with this…
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