Chapter 7

We talked for a very long time. I poured my heart out to him. I told him of how my life has been a wreck ever since my parents deaths. I told him of how much I felt like leaving this horrible existence alone, and abandoning it for the cold recluse that Is death.

I told him of how much I'd suffered these past years. I spoke of how beautiful life was before my parents died, I spoke of how my life had meaning when I had the assurance that I had a roof over my head and a set of parents that would do anything for me to be happy.

My voice cracked as I remembered them. As I remembered mom with her easy smile and delicious cooking. I remembered Dad with his stern face that never failed to burst into a smile whenever I needed it. I spoke of how much I was loved once. How they cherished me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I couldn't hold off the tears as I spoke, the pain became so real now, I could feel it like a living breathing thing beside me . I guess that's why I'm always afraid to think of them, that's why I'm always afraid to think of my parents and grieve thier deaths.

At the funeral my aunt was there bawling her eyes out like someone who just lost the most precious thing they had in the world. I stayed silent the whole time and barely shed a tear all through the whole thing. I saw these people who knew my parents mourning and grieving, like they had just lost something so special to them, but they could never have known how I had felt.

I had lost the only two people who mattered in this world to me. I had lost the only two people who truly loved me. I had lost my parents, my hope of survival. Hearing the thud as the coffins were placed inside the earth, it made me feel like I already knew my fate in the world. As the earth covered the coffins I saw my fate sealed.

I never she'd a tear because I was angry at the time. I had asked to go on that trip with them, literally begged them, but they refused leaving me in this wicked world with no one else to rely on, to suffer at the hands of an evil aunt and a foolish cousin who does nothing more than steal the money i worked so hardly to save .

I grieve my parents In front of this stranger. I grieve them for the first time since they have died. I cry for the memory of who they were, I cry for the love that they shared for each other. I cry for the love that they shared for me. Life isn't fair.

It isn't fair for life to take my life away from me and place it in the hands of other people, people who only seek to exploit it.