I just want an a happy ending was it too much to asked for?

Why do I want one?

Because for as long as I can remember my life was a huge misfortune.

I cannot remember much about my childhood, but I know that we are poor. Anyone with six kids will know how hard it is.

At first the family has no problems even in tough times we struggled with a smile. I still treasure those moments.

Then everything went downhill when my father got us a tickets to watch a theater with all of us eight. We couldn't believe it until we passed the big doors of that grand hall.

All of us teared up when we sat at the seats, it was softer than our beds. It took me all my might not to sleep through the whole show as I don't want to waste the ticket my father given to us.

I was still child so I don't understand complicated words that they said on the stage, but I still vividly remember that the end was sad.

Almost all of the character died, the hero, the princess, the king, the pope, the villain, and other side characters. I don't know why they made a show where at the end there's no actor left the stage, it was the first sad ending I saw.

My brothers and sisters laughed at my tear filled face while I was being pampered by my mother.

Then the next day our father came home with a wound on his chest, I am sure it took him a lot of energy just to knock once at our door.

Maybe it was a god's joke as I passed the front door at that time planning to surprise my father when he come back home. I did'nt know that I would be the one that would be surprised.

That was when I saw the second one, the feeling of curiousity and anticipation I felt as I turned the doorknob vanished at the sight of my father's pained face.

I was too shocked to speak and it was not until when I heard my mother's scream that I barely gained back my conciousness.

I don't know if it was because I cried a lot the last day that not a single tear left my eyes even when he was being buried to the ground.

Later I learned that the tickets my father had was given to him by his boss at work as an advance payment for a dangerous job.

What followed next was a little blurry I think I broke at that time, hehe until now.

But the family faced crisis, I only know that my mother sold his body to feed us and then a caught disease before dying. Us innocent siblings have no money left to bury her on the public cemetery, the rotting smell of her body still remains in my nose.

My siblings? They left their own and when I look into them I only found their endings, and it was way worst than that play.

The eldest fought his way in the black market he became a strong man, but in the end he died after being betrayed by his goons.

The second born, my eldest sister was raped and died in some back alley.

The third, my second sister was caught by some people and sold into slavery. She died from 'overwork'— rusty nails all over her bodies, bruises from cruel lashes, and maggots crawling on her fresh wounds, that's what I heard.

The fourth, my second brother was a hardworker and maybe the luckiest one? He made his way in life until he earned himself enough money to start a business. He was on way in being a succesful one, but the shop he had history with hired some thugs to roughen up his shop and he fought back. He killed one of them in the name of self-defense, but was still trialed then hanged. His death was sensational many people was seeking justice for it, but mostly it kept the citizens entertained.

The sixth, my little sister she was a cute one even though she was still a child she was the one that look mother the most. She would be a beautiful woman if she grew up, but all I know was that she was adopted by someone, it would be a good story if not for the one that adopted her has fetish for kids.

Is that all I have to say? Hahaha, no there's still a lot. I said that my life was full of bad endings, how can I say that it is when all that I shared is about my family? My own difficulties comes next and they came to me like how a talented businessman earn their money.

Is it my fate to be burdened by this all misfortune? That's what I thought at that time when I met her. I was at lost and broken that time and she was too, She's working as a prostitute to support her addicted father, but her smile bloomed like a flower born in the middle of the ruins.

It was nostalgic... she suddenly held my face and suddenly forced me too smile, I must've smiled horribly as she burst into laughter the moment she saw it.

Our first meeting was so sudden and strange yet she gifted me warmth different from what a family gives, it was much more passionate.

It was an unforgertable night... like the day she died.

You thought it would be a romance? Well that's what I thought too, but she has a customer who wants her to be his mistress, but she didn't want to cause he looks much worst than a pig.

When he learned that she was seeing me he hired someone to kidnapped me then he used that to threaten her.

My hope was crushed in front of me, but I did not despair—I've accepted it, 'Its just as I thought I was cursed.' I have fallen in the abyss

I was soon released by that pig, but he sent assassin to finish me off luckily I was able to lose them.

While hiding I heard the news of the pig and her death, she bitten of his fatty neck and then killed herself after.

Now that I know that I am cursed I enclosed and put myself away from others as even though I already experienced much its still hurts and I felt something being chipped away from me, this something was slowly reduced as days passed. Yes, it was my sanity—well those that was broken can never be truly fixed that's why I am here.

But men plans and God disposes they say. An accident brought me to another woman—Yes I must say that I would be more popular if every woman I held did not died the following day in the most horrible way.

Honestly she was much beautiful than the any other girl I've seen. It only taken me one look for blood rushed down the nether, but all of it was wasted when she opened her mouth.

It was as filthy as she was a beauty, she insulted me without repeating a word she said for a long time. I say I don't like being cursed but hers was different it was almost like an art.

When I tried to shut her mouth she slapped me so I forced my lips on her—well, I was a bad boy type that time.

Her facade cracked a little that time and it made me aware the fragileness hidden by that filthy personality of hers.

We were together for a long time that I even thought that God pitied me and cured me of my curse, but it was all just a brief respite.

I got to know her complicated background, she was this of that and that of this it was confusing, but in summary she escaped from her home because of the marriage arranged by his parents towards a person with nasty rumours surounding him.

I thought I already distanced myself at her at that time, but damn I didn't know that I was getting attached.

She was like a rose, she had her thorns that hurt but she was a fragile one... and that wonderful rose suddenly withered.

They found out her hiding spot and caught her. I saw her face turned from cold, indifferent one to one that like a child facing her biggest fear.

I was in the prison for a while, caught because I am with her at that time, and when I was released the first thing I did was to run where she said her mansion was, but I didn't saw her. I was lost and didn't know what to do until a maid gave me her new location.

When I arrived at that palace the first thing I saw was her dead body played by the beasts and like a broken toy she was thrown on the corner after being used and satisfied her master.

In her lifeless eyes I saw myself with no expression on his face. Yes, I was too broken to smile that time but what about me now? I change! Yes it was because of another person, sadly it was not a girl.

It was a young man, he was practically a copy of me the difference was that he was still optimistic. Everyday he would greet me with smile like this is the day he would rise above the masses.

He was a young man that I met at the park when I had nowhere to sleep—he can be basically called a neighbor if we had a house instead cardboard boxes.

A bright young man who likes humors, he was also hardworker a totally different breed from me.

I want to somehow get away from him as afraid that once again it would happen, but he was relentless one, even after I told him my story he did not leave me.

His words were ingrained in my mind now, ’Its alright I won't blame you if really something happened to me. If I truly die I will surely smile so you should smile too, uncle.' I should told him not to call me uncle, at that time I just had messy beard.

Like what I said he was a copy, his family died and everyone he's been with suffered with almost the same fate. He even joked about a fight on which curse is the stronger.

Well mine was times worse I guess. I saw him die from a plague and just as he said he smiled at until the end, 'Looks like you win, Uncle.'

Well it was quite embarassing to tell you but I cried when I heard that, but not too much just four to five tears. And then I immitated him becoming more cheerful and optimistic as days passed.

At first I sucked at even giving a smile, I remember almost being sent to prison when I made a kid cried, but now—

I could even make a perfect smile even before I die.

“May you have a happy ending.”



© g.sloth