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Life isn’t fair.
I’ve heard this phrase been repeated over and over my whole life. Everyone lurches out these words in some point of their life. I’ve probably repeated those three words over a million times in my head. But it doesn’t matter how many times you say it because nothing is going to change. You’ll find yourself awake to your same life. You’ll still have to follow the same routine. You’ll see the same people you see every day. And you’ll still find yourself trapped in the nightmare otherwise referred to as life.
The memories that I had left in the past would crawl back and haunt me in my future. Mistakes and failures that had occurred will not be forgotten—they will scar my heart forever. The people I loved the most vanished with the air.
I tried rebuilding my life. I carefully stacked one block on top of another. If I made the smallest mistake I would scold myself for days before I got over it. Perfection was my top priority. I got so caught up with trying to be perfect that everything just ended up falling apart again.
It started with one thing, then another and then another. Everything took a turn for the worst each time. It was a continuous cycle of agony and pain. And before I knew it, I was barely there. The happy-go-lucky girl I had been was replaced with a girl who barely whispered more than a few words. People started to refer to me as the girl who had gone insane.
I didn’t speak. I barely ate. My friends moved on with their lives. People stopped giving me concerned looks but instead replaced them with ones that told me they didn’t care at all. I didn’t blame them because I was the only one who was running away.
I had pushed everyone away and locked myself away for all eternity. I didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want to see myself broken again. I didn’t want to hear my sobs again. I didn’t want to feel the warm tears slide down my face, ever again.
I had lost all sight of hope. That is until that one faithful day when I saw a large U-Haul truck parked in the drive-way of the house next door to mine.
I had started off my day like any other day. The sun was shining brightly, on an August morning, streaming through the leaves of the trees around. The town of Sunny Meadow which was usually loud, with cars and people bustling around, was unusually quiet today. It was the perfect morning that would make anyone thankful for another day to live.
I was hanging out in my favourite spot snapping pictures of the colourful leaves that had fallen off the trees. My favourite spot was a little park that no one visited anymore, you had to go under a bridge and through a path in the woods to get there, but when you did it was totally worth it. It was my little heaven on Earth. Every time I came here I forgot about my life and instead focused on the beauty around me.I loved how the seclusion and silence of the place relaxed me and helped me let down my walls—even if it was just for a few hours.
Currently, my eyes were mesmerised by how the sun’s bright rays seemed to capture the rain drops on the leaves and made them sparkle. I propped myself against a rock to get a better angle. I rotated the camera several times in my hands trying to get the perfect shot. When I did, I clicked the button and saw the picture pop up on the little screen. I smiled, satisfied with the result of the photo.
As I was about to take another picture my eyes fell upon the watch on my wrist. I felt myself deflate at the thought of going back. The thoughts of my step-mother and sister returned and I actually felt the camera drop my arm. Their cold eyes and cruel smiles was enough to keep me scared for years. I still blamed my father for marrying the wench but I knew he had been tricked by her. Her façade had even me fooled into thinking that she was a loving, caring woman. Her act came crashing down the day my dad had disappeared from my life. That’s when I saw her and her daughter for whom they really are.
