I'm Zeniya Hamara, 18. my dad is a drunken master... no, just kidding! he always comes home drunk, I don't know why he never tell
I don't remember much of my childhood, it seemed I woke up one day and I'm already working,
I'm living a miserable life but I always look on the other s...ide
the whole thing turned ash black as its slowly fades, the sound of 6:00 AM alarm wakes me up
*moaning*
morning already? covering my head with a pillow as I toss and turn
unbelievable trying to stand while rubbing my eyes that are still shut together
yawning as I scratch my lower back when a sun's ray from my window lighted my eyes as it sparkles back
not raining? smile painted on my excited face with a question why and ran to take a shower
humming while brushing my hair with bubbles when I heard someone's roaming inside my room
who's there? dad? I took a peek behind the shower curtain and been silent for few minutes trying to listen for some footsteps but there's no one
I rushly went out and change
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Zen! 3 orders of black beans from table 4 Mr. Shan blurted as he dinged in the counter bar
right away Mr. Shan I answered
this is how I spend my day in the Diner, the same scenario everyday, I know its quite hard but its the only way I could earn and go somewhere somehow, save and get a degree, honestly I really wanted to have my own ... yes, my own life where I won't be seeing my dad anymore and be free from his ... staring blankly at the burning pan with my vague thoughts
Zen? Zeniya! our cook called
day dreaming again? he added
sorry, its just that I don't have enough sleep my lips lined and sighed
you've been like that in days, is there something bothering you? Vernon asked
nothing! just don't mind me, better get your head on your menu and your frying pan, you don't want Mr. Shan's diner turned to an empty quarter right? I giggled walking away from him while he smirked
it's already 6 PM when I'm still in the diner leaning my back on the wall where I sat next to Vernon on the floor
are you staying late? he asked
I don't know, I just don't want to go home yet, seeing him drunk everyday makes me hate my self, why is he even like that? I wanted to ask him why? what is wrong with him? I sobed unexpectedly
you can't change him you know, that's what he likes, I mean he chose to be that ... he cleared his throat
tsk! I need to go I blurted and left him
hey! what did I do? he shrugged
staring on my boots, I took a deep breath when I'm almost at the bridge where sakuras are falling everywhere, my stress reliever I smiled with a relief as I stopped under a street light staring every sakuras touched the ground
my resting mind seems telling me to turn my head on the other side, my heart beats strangely, I feel scared cause it seems like I was being followed
who's there? I turned around
I'm wearing my long black boots that reaches my knees and a mini skirt
I can't run fast with these! I mumbled with heavy breathing
alright! alright! focus Zen! when I say run! you run! I'm having a weird thought and when I'm ready to take my first step,
wait, what? snow? its snowing? I let my left hand out from my pocket and catch a single snow
Its not yet winter ... okay! I'm scared already and as I'm about to run when someone just hold my hand from the back
You must be Zeniya Hamara his cold voice tingled the back of my ear
my body froze yet my mind is awake and I can't even ran