chapter 2 - [unfair]

it seems so unfair, that god had to take away two people that i loved with all my life.
i always question myself, "why me? did i do something wrong, that god had to punish me like this?it so unfair.give them back! i need them!"
sometimes, i wished that if i woke up, everything will be back to normal, and i would be back to my old self again. but of course, that never happened.

wipping away my tears, i took a look at my watch, and noticed that it was getting late.
i stood up from the chair, and slowly make my way out of the theater.
the air outside, was cooler then the stuffy air in the theater.i took a deep breathe, and just then, my stomach rumbled. i was hungry. i decided to make my way to the nearest bakery, and buy myself some bread to eat while i walk home alone.
the bakery was just around the corner, so it only took three to five minutes to reached there.
once the bakery came into view, i turned away and decided to just walk home and find some food in the fridge.

ever since my parents death, i avoided going to places that are crowded.
everyone seem to stop what they are doing, and look at me with sympathy. i hate that look.
it just seem so....wrong. there were times when i wanted to scream at them to stop looking at me like that.
but i controlled my emotions, and hurry on with what im doing and leave as quickly as i can.

when i opened the door to where most of my memories with my parents are, i cant help but feel dispair again.
setting my keys down on the table, i walked to the fridge and opened it, only to find it empty.
feeling frustrated, i opened all the cupboards, and slammed them shut when i find that it was empty.
"everything was wrong! this wasnt suppose to happen!" was all i could thought.
feeling angry, i ran to the living room, and switched the television as loud as i could, and kept flipping the channel.
there was nothing on.
when i had flipped through all the channel, i was even angrier than before, and i slammed the remote as hard as i could on the floor, and the battries flew out and hitted on to the picture frame that contains the photo of my family. it fell smashing onto the floor.bits and pieces of glass was littered all over the floor.
it was a photo taken back in the spring when everything was normal, perfect...and happy.

falling to my kness, and being carefull, i took the picture out from the mess slowly, and looked at it.
my mom was hugging onto me tightly well my dad looped his arm over my mom's shoulder, and all of us were smiling brightly at the camera.
how can a happy family be in this state right now?