Well, this is my first published story, although it was very short. :)
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Its over..
Finally, freedom approaches me.
Pleasure is consuming my body, it tickles every part of me. But, bit by bit, I felt fire. Its like.. my skin is burning without any means to cause it.
Hurt..
I should feel hurt, but no.
I like it.
I actually really like how that thing goes to my body. It will end all. It will end my suffering.
I felt my cheeks got wet. My tears are pouring non-stop.
I remembered when I was a child. My father used to lift me up in the air. Swaying all around with a big smile on his face. We were both laughing. He used to say that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.. and I was his princess because my mother was his queen. I wished it wouldn't end but it did. I missed him and I loved him. I know he loved me too. Atlas, we're going to see each other again.
I also remembered my mother. How I wish I didn't.
My mother, who used to beat me up in any reason in any possible way. Even in those petty things. She didn't love me at all. She admitted that to me. Says, I was a product of my father's violence. I never believed her. My father was not violent. She was..
They said my mother and I were looked alike so I tried to scratch it. I couldn't bear the face that sent me through this situation. I tried peeling off my face but I ended up with just a scar because someone stopped me. He looked at me with kindness and acceptance in his eyes. That's what I knew.
He made me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world.. like my father used to do. He made me feel loved and protected. Protected from those harms that I can do to myself.. because of my mother's face.
I really hate it.
Its disgusting.
I came again to my senses. I felt my blood oozing from my wound flowing like a river. It's like a masterpiece how it goes covering my body with dark red color of it. How beautiful. This is my first time to witness a wonderful thing ever happened to me. This is the true meaning of life. Death.
As my eyes indulging the last moment I will see my room. That will become empty when I'm gone. All I can see here is just two plain pictures. My family picture, which is composed of my whole picture with my dad and a cut picture of my mom. Because she never wanted to take a picture with us. She despised us.
Then again, I remembered.. I remembered how my mother hated my father so much. How they fought every night ended my father crying in their room while my mother was hanging out with a friend. She said he made her sort things out and helped her to get through the bad memories of fighting with my father.
What a good friend, I thought.
One afternoon, after I got home from school. I was very cheerful because I got my arms stamped with many stars from my teacher. Said I was very good and kept it up. I was eager to show those to my dad so I went to find him which I hoped I didn't do.
I saw him in their room. Holding a gun against his head. He saw me and a tear run down his face. I was so young I didn't know what to do. I was stunned by what he was doing. He said he couldn't take his life anymore. He was too tired to hold on. He said he loved me so much and I took care of my mother.
And then there was a loud bang..
Suddenly his body collapsed on the floor. I run to him. Hoping he would answer my only question that time. But instead of the eyes that always looked at me with love, I found a lifeless eyes which looked blankly at the white ceiling. That's when I realized I was crying.
As my heart kept on grieving, I saw the last picture I have.
My picture with him. My first and last.
I met him at high school. Black jeans with white shirt top with black leather jacket and with a black and white shoes. Typical bad boy fashion as is. Kind of a looker too. He got all the girls in school drool over him. I just don't know how was that so possible. Well, what do I know about them? they are boys and they don't care about me too.
With a cigarette in his hand, the smoke that was going out in his mouth was somehow with weird shapes. I don't know.
I think he was having a nice time with his gang when he approached me. He held my hand and introduced himself. I was too afraid to get back my hand from him so he pulled me and led me to a place where I felt safe and belonged.
It was our paradise.
At first I just couldn't believe he would like me. Someone who was very plain. Not a looker, not a campus babe.
But he gave me the love I want to feel very long time ago. The love I thought I deserved despite from the things that were going on with my life.
He said he loved me, and I loved him too.. so I need to prove it to him.
That's when I decided to give him what he wanted from me...
This time I felt the fang of pain as I slowly and deeply thrust this sharp thing in my body. The pain I'm going through right now is incomparable to the pain I felt before this journey to death happened.
I learned that my mother got raped by my father. My mother had another boyfriend before she met my father. She said that my father was so deeply in love with her that he pushed himself to her. And I was the fruit of it. When their parents knew about it, they decided to get them wed. Even though my mother protested and stated that she was raped, my grandparents still pursue the wedding because they like my father rather than the boyfriend of my mother that time.
She said it was the most miserable part of her life. Being with me and my father. So she told to my father that she and her ex-boyfriend still had an affair even if she was married and that was the day my father killed himself.
But the pain became more unbearable when my boyfriend left me behind.
After he got what he wanted.. he said that I'm the most unbelievable person he would ever know. The eyes that looked at me with full of kindness and acceptance, as I claimed.. that time, looked at me with full of disappointment and disgust.
That's when I confessed to him.
That I was no longer pure and innocent.
As I was also liked my mother.. got raped.
It was one night, my mother went out of the house to see one friend. Her boyfriend- which was her boyfriend before, was living in our house since my father died. He was very drunk that he saw me as my mother and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't fight for as I was very weak against him.
I was crying the whole night and when I told my mother about it, she just freaked out and said that I was a liar and an unworthy daughter. She even beat me with whatever she would hold on. Her boyfriend threatened me that if I told to the police what happened, he would kill me- even my mother.
I can see the light..
Now, I am no longer a prisoner of fear and pain.
For I am approaching freedom and peace of mind.
As I heaved my last and final breath, I smiled.
This is it..
This is what I wanted from the start.
As the light shone to my face, I saw a familiar silhouette for the face was blurred.
But I know it was him.
My father.
He stretched his arms to me and I slowly lift my hand.
Finally..
