🌼 FIRST PART (December 11, 2021) 🌼

I am lying down in bed starring at the white ceiling of my room. My left hand is supporting my head, while my other hand was resting on top of my belly. My eyes are fixed on the white lame color of the room, but my mind is painting painful memories on it.

“Nuzumi, are you in there? Can you come out for a while?” the old lady’s voice called out from outside my door. She is like a step-mother, but more like a stranger I am living with.

I starred at the door, but I didn’t think of opening it and hearing her call.

“Nuzumi?”

I still didn’t move. I am not myself to talk with anyone else. Oh yeah, I never did. I don‘t like people. I never liked anyone... even my fake family.

“Nuzumi?”

“Leave me alone,” I responded her with a cold tone.

I heard her gasped, but I didn’t mind. She can scream and tell me how stubborn I am, how disrespectful child I am. I don’t care anymore. It’s almost 10 years of staying with them and every single day, they hate me.

“When will you learn to use your manners. Nuzumi Muzuko?! You should be thankful that I agreed of having you stay here! If not because of my hus-”

“I can leave anytime so you can shut your mouth and leave me peacefully,” I got up and...