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Make me Live~
Part 1
Meeting her
I have long lost trust in people. It may seem like I must have suffered from many hands but to be honest, I just hate humans. Their fabricated lives and lies, all the trouble in the name of happiness when they never really find it. I was raised in a perfectly normal family; a working dad and a house wife mother who looked after our needs at home and a sister to make my life a little harder.
Everything was mundane. A cycle of life that kept bugging me. School didn't interest me, it was just another escape from all the dos and don'ts at home but the teachers won't let me live. They would report my absence and my actions in school which would eventually make my parents screw the little life I had. I wanted to run away, become a monk maybe. I don't know but just another life that didn't make me do things the same way every single day.
I dragged my legs to school that day. I didn't have money for taxi because mom took my allowance away when I flunked maths again(whatever man! let her have it, it is not like I am going to buy Rome with it). To worsen my tiring legs, it began to drizzle. I ran towards the only tree I could see, a huge cypress tree. part of me wanted to go back home but to have an entire day with mom who would be thinking of explaining me why I shouldn't bunk classes in a million languages, I decided to wait till the rain stopped( another excuse to escape reality).
A little away from me, I saw a silloutte; it was difficult to figure out who the person was because of the growing fog. I don't know why but I began to move towards the figure, maybe I was lonely. I grew up without friends, they were all another facade of lie. I let them inside my circle and they tried to change my circle into a square but I couldn't let them because excuse me! mundane as it may seem but it is still my life. so anyway I moved towards the drenched back of a girl. she was looking towards the sky, a psychopath maybe?
Meeting her
I have long lost trust in people. It may seem like I must have suffered from many hands but to be honest, I just hate humans. Their fabricated lives and lies, all the trouble in the name of happiness when they never really find it. I was raised in a perfectly normal family; a working dad and a house wife mother who looked after our needs at home and a sister to make my life a little harder.
Everything was mundane. A cycle of life that kept bugging me. School didn't interest me, it was just another escape from all the dos and don'ts at home but the teachers won't let me live. They would report my absence and my actions in school which would eventually make my parents screw the little life I had. I wanted to run away, become a monk maybe. I don't know but just another life that didn't make me do things the same way every single day.
I dragged my legs to school that day. I didn't have money for taxi because mom took my allowance away when I flunked maths again(whatever man! let her have it, it is not like I am going to buy Rome with it). To worsen my tiring legs, it began to drizzle. I ran towards the only tree I could see, a huge cypress tree. part of me wanted to go back home but to have an entire day with mom who would be thinking of explaining me why I shouldn't bunk classes in a million languages, I decided to wait till the rain stopped( another excuse to escape reality).
A little away from me, I saw a silloutte; it was difficult to figure out who the person was because of the growing fog. I don't know why but I began to move towards the figure, maybe I was lonely. I grew up without friends, they were all another facade of lie. I let them inside my circle and they tried to change my circle into a square but I couldn't let them because excuse me! mundane as it may seem but it is still my life. so anyway I moved towards the drenched back of a girl. she was looking towards the sky, a psychopath maybe?
