Chapter 2 Normal Day

*TRIGGER WARNING*

This chapter contains sensitive and potentially triggering content including but not limited to themes of self harm, sexual and physical abuse, and other traumatic events that may be distressing for some readers.

CHAPTER 2 Normal Day.

  W-what did my mom just say?! Today is June 4, 2012?! No… please not this day. This… is the day that I hated the most and now she just told me that today is June 4th of 2012? I don't want to get through that pain again! Never! Please… I don't want that to happen anymore. 

  This day is just cursed. 

In my old life, this day was supposed to be normal for me. But what is a normal day exactly?

My father is a politician. He's been the Mayor of our City for a decade, how he kept his position in all those years amazes me, I wonder. I guess he does a really impressive job hence why people keep voting for him.

No. Perhaps it's born from fear.

Townspeople are scared of my father and his family. They have been ruling the city for many years and yet no one dared to oppose them. Anyone who did disappear, either found dead or never to be found again. It's like a political family dynasty.

My father is deeply rotten. The way they conceal their filth is mighty impressive to the public's naive eyes, but perhaps someone's aware. I guess many people already know but choose to stay still and silent, cowering for their safety.

  My father never loses his two faces. He's a different man at home and in public. My old man's a hell of a saint around the city. A sociable gentleman always wearing a galant smile. Whereas at home, he's nothing but a ruthless, cruel father of the family. He doesn't even act like a father. He's not one at all.

  Oh so pretentious.

My mom used to work at my father's household. She was an all-around maiden. Well paid and given fair treatment. My mother had an okay life before all this.

'til that day came...

Cold was the rainy night,

My father came to their home all drunken, smelled like shit, intoxicated, swaying back and forth. The house's atmosphere only grew colder by then. In his bedroom, he saw mom. In a drunken state he forced himself on her. My mom was violated down to the core that day. It was an unspeakable act and yet she couldn't afford to help herself.

  She couldn't go to the police due to my father's alarming threat. To make matters more complicated, mom's family is indebted to my father and she was pregnant with me...

All that brewed chaos got covered under the rug when my father took my mom in as his wife.

Then I was born.

My grandparents wanted my father to take responsibility for both of us. Though my father was disgusted by the fact that he has a son with a woman from poverty. It happened, just like in some fantasy novel. Still, my father took me and my mom to his own house, fulfilling my grandparents' wishes.

I can still remember those days when my mom cleaned a whole colossal mansion all alone, if she refuses or fails to do so, my father hurts her. Either way, she doesn't receive anything from my worthless father. Not a fucking dime. He's merciless. Sometimes I can only see my mom crying, while her dress was ripped and her body has a lot of bruises. 

One of those days, I saw my mom wearily cleaning the mansion. I'm 7 at the time. I wanted to help her so badly that I couldn't bear just watching her exhausted. So I offered my hand, but…

She screamed at me, her voice filled with burning rage, "DO YOU HAVE ANY DAMN IDEA WHY I'M DOING THIS EVERYDAY? WHY I HAVE TO SUFFER EVERY FLEETING SECOND OF MY WORTHLESS, MISERABLE LIFE? IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!! YOUR VERY EXISTENCE CAUSED MY DREAMS TO FADE AWAY. YOU'RE THE VERY REASON WHY I'M AGONIZING. I ENDURE EVERYDAY WITHOUT GETTING PAID, HAVING TO WORK HARD AS TWICE AS I DID BEFORE. I'D RATHER WORK AT YOUR GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE 'CAUSE AT LEAST I GET PAID. I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN. YOU'RE THE REASON FOR MY SUFFERING. I HAD TO GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS BECAUSE OF YOU. I HAD TO FORGO MY HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU ARE THE VERY REASON I AM STUCK IN THIS HELL HOLE. YOU'RE THE VERY REASON I AM TRAPPED IN THIS NIGHTMARE. I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I SHOULD'VE ABORTED YOU FROM THE DAY I HAD YOU. I SHOULD'VE KILLED MYSELF AFTER THAT DAY. YOU HAVE THAT DEMON'S BLOOD! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!"

I couldn't swallow her words. Could barely hold myself together upon knowing I'm her death wish. I cried, " I wish... I wasn't born into this world so my mom didn't have to be hurt."

June 4, 2012

Another normal day for me. My father's daily abuse of my mom became normal to me. One could say, I became numb, jaded, and merciless (like my father). People near me looked at me with disgust and hatred. Even classmates of mine started avoiding and bullying me. It is normal. After a long, slow day, I finally went home.

When I reached the gate, it felt cold and eerie in my gut. Ignoring it, I called my mom saying I'm home.

No response.

I called out again, but there was still no answer. A feeling of dread washed over me as I realized something was horribly wrong. I frantically searched the entire house, checking every room and corner, but there was no sign of anyone.

  Finally, I made my way to the second floor and tried the door to the banquet hall. It was locked, but I didn't let that stop me. I pushed and pounded on the door, desperately calling out for my mother. "Mom! Mom, are you in there? Please, open the door!"

  With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to force the door open. And there, in front of me, was a sight that will haunt me forever. My mother, hanging lifeless from the ceiling. I couldn't process what I was seeing. My mind went blank and my body felt numb. The room felt suffocating and the world seemed to shrink around me as I stared in horror at my mother's lifeless body.

  Moments later, my father arrived and entered the room. Instead of the shock and grief I expected, he let out a cruel, mocking laugh. "Oh finally! Hahaha, nobody will be blamed for your death except you! Woman, you've made my life so much easier! I was planning to kill you for years now, but oh boy, I never expected you'd do it yourself! Hahaha, for the first time, you've actually made me happy!" His words were like a knife twisting in my heart, adding to the unbearable pain and trauma of losing my mother in such a brutal and senseless way.

I don't know what I should do or feel…

Everything's blank... My memories are fuzzy now. The only thing I knew was the reminder that I shouldn't have been born in this world. 

CHAPTER 2 -END-

To be continued.