🌠Wishing🌠

Memories

Oh... What is this?

Darkness.

I'm surrounded by the pitch black darkness again. So quiet and relaxing.

It's so peaceful... I love this feeling...

Were exactly am I?

I'm asleep? Am I dreaming...?

Hm... I prefer this.

I prefer this over the real world. The cruel, violent, scary real world. I'm just so sick of it all... I'm sick of people.

I'm sick of people who don't care about the others, just for themselves... If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be here. I would still be happy at home. Father would be happy. Our family would still be like before. Why...?

They took my little world away. My little safe place, away from the outside, just how I liked it. It was like heaven... I didn't even realise how the actual world was like. I never realised how I would grow to hate it so much. Rather I wanted to continue being ignorant. That way I was happy. We were happy.

But of course no one can be happy here. We're in hell after all. Earth is hell. My life is now hell. Or maybe I'm just like them and only care about myself...

-"Am I becoming selfish? Am I becoming one of them? I hope not... I really hope not...-"

I used to live a good life. My parents had good jobs that paid them well, so we lived in a big mansion full of expensive things, we had maids, I was home-schooled, I had all the games and books, a big bedroom, everything any kid would want. I had everything - I guess that's what people call being rich. Yes, we indeed had a lot of luxury, but it wasn't easy, mother and father worked really hard to being able of achieving all of that. Everyone admired them, and some were even jealous. They were jealous. Jealousy.. I hate that word.

The day my father gained a new promotion at his job, that's was how it all went downhill. I knew it, I knew they were all jealous of him. Father had a good relationship with his boss, and they all knew about it. They thought that's why he gained such good money and recognition, they never noticed how hard he worked to actually achieve it.

And so it happened. They did something, I'm still not sure what, but they did. Not even one week later my father lost his job. At first we all didn't pay much mind to it, father was sad of course, but we would get through this. We kept trying to be positive. And father continued trying to find a new job.

Then, after three months... We started to have problems. The money was getting lower and lower, and mother freaked out. Father tried everything he could, he got a part-time job and tried several of them before, but he just couldn't gain as much as he used to. Slowly we started to become poor... and eventually mother left us, saying it wouldn't work out this way. She wanted to keep her luxurious life, and we were only stopping her from having it. Was mother always this selfish...?

-"Mother wasn't like this before... What happened?-"

Or maybe she was all along, and I was only being tricked... I felt stupid. I felt so stupid. How could she do this to us? I thought she loved father... I thought she loved me... Is money so important to her?

-"My chest... It hurts... This feeling... Father... Why do I we have to suffer? We did nothing wrong, right?-"