CHAPTER 01: Life?

There are so many things I have achieved to impress and make my parents proud, yet here I am on my knees begging for my parent's forgiveness.

I always wanted to be perfect, like what my parents wanted me to be, so I thrived for excellence.

In the eyes of outsiders, I was perfect in every way, I was a smart kid in high school, athletic and physically very strong, polite and well mannered, pretty and attractive, I guess, there's nothing good they could ever wish for that I don't have, but still, my parents kept rejecting all the love that I give to them.

Starting from my 16th birthday, I stopped studying, and I accepted the fact I could never be good enough for them at my very best, so I started achieving my dreams.

I cut my hair into shoulder-length and changed my fashion style from casual to what I call comfortable, you know, sweaters and hoodies and all of that. My grades dropped not so bad but more average grades for a normal person, I couldn't leave my academics. My famous smile started to fade away as I started to just frown every sing day.

I was living my best, not to impress but to make myself happy, to live freely without insecurities or priorities politically or anything. Somehow, that small touch made me happy.

And of course, my parents kept scolding me about my unusual rebellion and all of that stuff, but, that didn't affect me, whether the old perfect me or the new and happy me, they still will scold and bring shame to me because I will never be enough for them.

I thought I was going to be okay with the life where that they'll ignore me but, on the day my sister aced her math test, I felt jealous, because when every time I aced my test, they'd just ignore me, like they just got used to it. I know I'm mature and all, but that doesn't mean I don't need attention.

As time passes by and my sister achieved new accomplishments, it also makes my life a lot worst. My parents keep comparing me to my sister "Elizabeth, why can't you be like your sister? Perfect and proper? What did we even do to raise you wrong?"

Were all my accomplishments from earlier a joke? Or they just turned to me with a blind eye.

•••

PRESENT-DAY

I can't take it anymore, there's too much pressure, I'm too anxious, I'm too scared, I'm too weak and I'm alone.

All of these words kept echoing in my head, was I never enough? Was I not pretty? Was I not smart? Was I not good?

I hate to say it but, they officially bring me down, they officially made me give up, I cannot live longer on a life full of mental torture and torment, I wanna rest peacefully, so I must go.

A knife on my throat wouldn't be a bad death right?

Farewell world, for I have already suffered long enough, I shall take my rest now.

•••

"Lady Liezel? May we come in" A voice said from afar while knocking

I groaned and flipped my body lying on my belly "5 more minutes"

"But the banquet is in 8 hours and there are much more preparations to do"

I groaned once more and lifted my head "What banquet? Do you mean a meeting? I checked my schedule there's none"

And wait, when did our maids wake me up? They never wake me up because I'm always grumpy, and it's Elizabeth, not Liezel.

"Actually his highness changed the schedule to today"

Now they're calling dad 'His Highness'? Okay, they must be nuts.

"10 more minutes"

"But-"

"8"

"But still-"

"5?"

"My lady-"

"Okay fine, 3 more minutes, just please, leave me alone for that time,"

"Yes my lady"

"And make it 15!"

Finally, peace

I squiggled around my bed and just noticed it was more spacious than before, I thought I had a single bed, it feels like I have a queen size one, I must be dreaming.

What is that unusual bird chirping? The last time I checked, father took down all the birds that flew by our territory.

And what banquet? I better go ask father myself.

I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them because my vision was still blurry.

I then stretched and sat up in a sitting position

Wait, there's something wrong, where am I? My walls were white, why are they yellow now? and I didn't remember having a spacious room and fancy types of furniture, and I definitely do not have an obviously expensive-looking chandelier and a fluffy comfortable queen-sized bed, where the heck am I?

To be continued...