Days pass as usual. The endless argument and fights still goes on though. The mysterious messages is still in my mind. Reality Shifting. But it's not like I'm planning to try it anyway. I'm not that stupid.
"Floranza, my little granddaughter..." The voice echoed in my mind like a deathly chant. Like it's telling me to keep remembering my guilt. Keep suffering.
I woke up. Tears falling down my cheeks. "Grandma..I dream about you again.." My voice tremble slightly. I felt my chest goes heavy.
It was only 3a.m. in the morning, but here I am, crying like a foolish little girl.
I miss my grandma.
I fell asleep after crying in the middle of the night. Morning came. My eyes were all puffy and red from crying.
I wash my face. It's 5a.m. now. My usual time to wake up. I go out of my room and went to shower. Preparing to go to school.
As I cooked the breakfast, Aline came.
"Sister.. why're you up early?" I smiled and carried her in my arms. The four year old little girl look so small in my arms.
"Same goes for you..Aline..I need to go to school...and prepare breakfast so that mother and father won't get mad." Though they get mad at me for no reason most of the time.
Aline smiled. Her little lips curled up to her puffy cheeks. How cute.
"Okay sister..Aline will go back to bed now.." I let her down as she walks back to our parents room. Yes, she sleeps with them. She's still a kid after all.
I walk to school as always after preparing breakfast. It's about 1.5km from my house. Not too far.
I reached my school. Luna waves at me and I smiled. Just to return the gesture. I sit on my desk. Take out my sketchbook.
Yes. Drawing is my hobby. It's like a part of me. My life. I take out my pencil and starts drawing whatever it is in my mind. The drawing ends up being me. I draw myself. Crouching in a small corner. Face buried on my knees as my hands holding my knees together.
"That's beautiful..." A voice came from beside me. Of course, it's none other than Luna.
"Thanks..it's nothing special.."I said. Just trying to be humble.
Luna smiled. She's such a beautiful girl. Friendly. Popular. The complete opposite of me of course. "Nothing special? That's talent right there." She replied. Her voice sounds like she meant it.
I just smiled and close my sketchbook. Putting it back on my backpack. Yes. I know I'm talented. Even I realized that I have great talent for drawing. But what's the use of it, if you're not even acknowledged by the art teacher.
The art teacher. Mrs.Mckenzie, she's never acknowledged my drawing even though I've shown my talent in art classes. She'll just look at it and then give her attention to some random people with an average drawing. Not that I'm trying to flex but that's the truth.
The school's over and I'm back in my room. Again. Boring right? I wish something exciting would happen to me.
I look myself at the full body mirror. That's me. I have a long, slightly curly black hair cascaded down to my waist. My eyes are coloured red like a glowing ruby. I'm gonna be honest. My appearance is not that bad.
Then there's a loud banging on my door. I sighed and open the door only to get a plate thrown straight to my face.
"Why haven't you cook our lunch?!" Yeah, none other than my mother. She looks mad. She must've fought with him again.
I pick up the plate from the floor. "Sorry..I forgot.." Right. I was supposed to cook lunch after getting back from school. I must've forgot.
I walked to the kitchen and search for ingredients. Oh. The fridge's full. She must've restock it. Well, not like I can eat it if I want to anyway.
I cooked chicken curry and put it on the table. Typical. Then walked back in to my room.
Then it suddenly pops up in my mind. The unknown_user who text me the other day. I sighed. Forget it. I sit on my study desk and take out my journal from the drawer. It was like my secret diary. I wrote everything I wanted to say, do and hope there.
I picked up a pen and start writing something.
Dear diary. Of course. I didn't start like that. It's so typical.
December 12th 2021
Today, I live my everyday life like usual. Nothing changed .No difference from the other days.
I even got thrown a plate on my face though. I mean, it's not like it's the first time anyway.
Ahh..how I wish everything would changed..I wish I could just wake up and then a loving parents came to invite me for breakfast. How lovely. Not like it's ever gonna happen anyway.
That's it..for today's story. Not much but I just wanted to write something...
I put down my pen and close my journal. Putting it back on the drawer.
I lay my head down on the table. Closing my eyes as I whispered under my breath.
"What a life..."