The Moondrops

~Prologue~

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The pebbles move beneath my feet as I walk. One foot in front of the other, slowly, as I look at nothing but the ground. The sound is awfully similar to the one my heart makes whenever I feel I have disappointed my parents. They may not say it, but I know I do. A lot.

A good example would be today.

My parents, adoptive parents, are not rich. In fact, I would say they are closer to being poor. Yet they do their very best to give me a good life; three meals a day, a roof over my head, and the best schools within their budget. And the only thing they expect from me, is to accomplish great things. They believe I can be someone great someday.

But to me, it could not be more impossible. My grades were more bad than good, and I've tried to make them better but it never works out for me. The fact I have no one to call a friend doesn't help either. The closest I've come to that is talking to someone, mostly about school work or whatnot, a few times but never getting to know them properly.

I'm guessing now that I've been rejected by every single university I applied for, they would finally see how worthless I am.

It's no wonder my birth parents left me at my adoptive parents' doorstep. They must have somehow predicted how much of a failure I'd become. At times I wish my parents did the same. Dump me elsewhere after they found me. I hate feeling like a burden in their lives.

I look up around me, listening to people's laughter. It made no sense to me why I liked to come to a park filled with happy people whenever I felt down. I surmised it was because their joy distracted me.

But now I would say it was because I wasn't ready to inform my parents of my latest fall through. I could live in this park if it meant never having to disappoint them again.

They are good people whom I love so much. And I know they do not deserve a childless marriage, not to talk of having me as their only child. It's just not fair.

A tear rolls down my cheek.

I should have never existed if my life is going be like this. From being culled to being a letdown to those who accepted me. I just -- I just wish--

"I wish I wasn't here." I say sincerely, looking at the cheerful people around me. The single tear now having followers.

My body soon starts tingling all over, a weird sensation. Head then starts to feel lighter.

What's wrong with me?

I see a bench not too far away from me, so I pick up my pace to reach it.

Is it because I skipped breakfast?

I take a seat at the bench and try to relax. It's not just my head now, my whole body feels light. Weightless. Like I'm floating in midair. I can't feel my limbs anymore. Eyelids shut close as I can't keep them open anymore.

A/N ~ Hey there! Thanks so much for giving this story a chance and reading the prologue, hope you stick around for more! Also please vote if you enjoyed and comment your thoughts!
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