Lonely
She was lonely. Lonely as in even though there were two adults in the room, her blank stare was directed towards her phone. Lonely as in even though the two adults were yelling at each other, their expressions matching in anger and hatred, she could not see them anymore, she could not hear them anymore. Lonely as in every day at school she was stalked, followed, talked about, fanned over, and spoken to, yet she could not think of anything positive from it. Lonely as in even the stuffed animals in her room brought no comfort to her like they did a year before. Lonely as in her friends no longer hoped to cheer her up. Lonely as in Kusukusu wasn't there anymore.
Afraid
She was also afraid. Afraid as in most girls wore makeup to define their beauty yet she used it to hide the bags under her eyes. Afraid as in having to have had her blonde hair cut from her waist to her shoulders since she couldn't take the time to brush without flinching at the pull the brush made, reminding her of the painful hair grabs from her angry mother. Afraid as in not being able to speak in class because her voice might sound shaky and everyone would see how broken she really is. Afraid as in being able to watch a scary movie and not have a reaction but when the time comes to walk home her heart speeds up and her skin grows goose bumps. Afraid as in every time she looks in the mirror a beautiful girl stares back, yet she has no glim in her eyes, she does not have life to her.
It started with simple arguments, from verbal fights to physically pained ones. Then the child involved.
"A broken home may be repaired, but the scars will forever remain."
This broken home has pieces lost, it is shattered beyond repair, this family has no memory of happiness, this household only knows sadness, anger, it only feels hatred, it only consumes venom; this home in which a young girl grows, this home is the base of her character.
The house of money yet no love, a house of the rich yet no glee.
Rima Mashiro's Diary.
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