Sweet Heartache

Broken

Jennie's POV

I slammed the door shut and run until I reach the couch. Instead of sitting on it, my body slips its way down to the ground like every other day, hugging my knees on the process.

Why do people hate me?

Why does everyone hate my presence, my existence?

Of course, that's how it's always is anyways.

He got mad because I did something wrong. Or maybe just my mere presence irked him.

Will it be better if I'm gone?

I cried harder with my knees covering my eyes.

No one cares.

She painfully smirked.

I can die in this stupid apartment and no one will know.

Well, her stepdad maybe but when? After a month?

She threw the pillow behind her.

Unintentionally, a small smirk went out of her lips.

Never once she blames her stepdad about everything that had happened in her life.

It's not his fault that her parents left her when she was five.

It was hers.

Maybe because I was too ugly.

Or maybe I bring bad luck.

Whatever it is, it's all because of me.

So it's definitely not my stepdad's fault that she's alone and she's afraid to be with people. If not, he'd given me a house, clothes, food, and education.

Of course, she was thankful but she's not happy.

Why? Because she needs comfort, love, safety, guidance.

She needs a home.

She wants a family.

Yes, family... Something that's impossible for her to have.

To be honest, she's so thankful for everything that her stepdad had given her, but she knows that he did it because he needed something for her. The good side? She gets to live her life the way she wanted.

She has freedom regardless of how broken she feels, how empty she feels inside.

Maybe that's her destiny. That's what she always thought.

She's destined to be alone, to live like she isn't existing.

She's a nobody anyway.

She looked up to the ceiling, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

She's so used to this scenario.

She remembered in her third grade, her schoolmates would always bully her for being an orphan.

She'd go home so upset but no one cared.

During sixth grade, her classmates locked her up in a storage room and nobody noticed.

She almost died due to the cold. She wished that she did but no.

She was able to come out the next day when the caretaker opened it.

I cried a lot. I feel like I'm dying but no one knew, not even my stepdad. I didn't even bother telling him.

Nobody noticed that I wasn't home anyway. What's the use of telling other people. It's not like they would do something about it.