The Soundless Scream of The Broken
I can't choose when I will born.
I can't choose the one who will give birth to me.
I am fully aware of it.
But, why? Why it has to be me of all the people?
Can't I just get a normal and happy life like the other?
I envy them, I envy you, I envy everyone.
Don't show me that smiling faces! Don't let me hear your happy laughs! Don't brag about how good your relationship with your family!
"I hate myself!"
I screamed, no one heard me.
I talked, no one listened to me.
I cried for help, no one noticed me.
———
"This choice might change your entire life. Are you sure about this?"
"So what? Do you think I will care about that?"
"Your life's still long. I know how frustrated you are, but you can't just throw everything aside—"
"I know what you want to say. But... Don't talk as if you have had it before!"
The talk was unfolding in a room that was filled by two chairs and a small desk. The room has only one door and a big square mirror in front of the desk.
A boy with disheveled hair and ragged cloth, sitting on the chair while looking sharply at a man in front of him.
His body was supported by his hands on the table. His hands were trembling, but not because of what he just said.
It's because what he had been through.
"Life, is just too much for me."
And so, rain pouring down from his eyes.
Mom!
—was the only word he thought at the moment.
Frona_Gorgophone · Realistic
