1 Harsh reality

They said people get their happiness when they grow up, and that they will meet someone that will change them completely, but where's my happy ending? Eversince i was a child, I've never felt the love and happiness that i wanted from my parents like any other kids can have, is life just too cruel for me?

The only thing i remembered loving when i was a child was drawing, it was my way of escaping this harsh reality. Drawing makes me feel at ease and makes me get emersed in my own world, where everything i imagine can be drawn, the happy life i wanted, my parents loving me.. and my own happy ever after.

But my mother insisted me on becoming a doctor, all my life i felt like a puppet. I feel like I'm just being used and i cant get myself out from this never ending darkness.

"Becoming an artist? You? Like that's gonna happen"

Why? Why won't they just believe in me even for a moment? Why do they have to push me away everytime? I never did something wrong. Not even once, never have i seen them smile at me truly, I've never once saw them believe in me and my capabilities.

"You have to be the best, i dont want a failure in my family"

Cold, that's how i would describe them. I don't recall a single memory when we were happy anymore, when did this all started? How did this family get so cold?

"Mama, i drew this for you!"

"What's this useless garbage? Didn't i told you already to review for your upcoming exam? Why wont you just listen to me!"

She would slap me for making her "mad" but i know its because she's angry about dad again, its always been like this.

"B-but..."

"No but! Gosh, you're so useless!"

I was naive when i was a child, pffftt i was so stupid to even think that my mother would atleast acknowledge me as her daughter.

I guess my father is somehow more nicer than my mother, he wouldn't force me to do something I don't want to like mother, he also wouldn't hurt me. But for some reason, he's so cold to me.

"Papa! I love you!"

"... go back to your room"

"P..papa?"

He's not possessive nor psychotic like my mother, he's the exact opposite of her who would always look at me with glares and disgust, he however wouldn't even want to see me nor look at me, he would always avoid me for some reason.. but why?

The reason we were distant from each other was because they pushed me away, that's why i was always looking for stuffs to make me company to not get lonely, thats when i found art. The only thing that helped me calm down.. how did i like it? Who introduced it to me? Why can't i remember?

[fast forward to age nineteen]

Everything feels so.. empty. I cant find the meaning to my life... is it to serve as a puppet for my mother? Or be hated by my father?

I probably shouldn't think about it, im finally getting out of this mansion that's been full of nightmares ever since i was young.

"Honey~~"

Ahhh, what's that high-pitched voice, it felt somehow familiar. Oh its just my "actress" mother and her acts again.

This disgusts me.

"You know, im gonna miss you sweetheart"

Why are you hugging me? This is disgusting. I also know what you're implying.

"I wish you would never come back" was it?

Finally i can be freed from you, you disgusting woman. I will never think of you as a mother.

As for my father, he's not even here...

I looked up to see the window just as i was about to go, but i saw something that surprised me a little.

It was my father that was standing at the balcony, is it his way of saying goodbye?

I'm guessing that he won't come down here because "mother" is also gonna be here.

Ah, it looks like I'm just as hopeful as when i was young, how pitiful. I really thought that i let go of all my emotions.

I waved goodbye to him as i turned around and go to the car.

Goodbye mother, goodbye father, and at last goodbye to this nightmare place that i lived in for the past nineteen years.