1 Chapter 1: The Girl Without Hope

I remembered it vividly, the days where I felt happy when I was behind my father's back as he carried me around the bright and jolly carnival. Everyone was brimming with joy and laughter as we were all having a fun time. My mother behind us, trying to take a picture as I was tightly grabbing on my father. Those were the happiest days of my life until the tragedy that is.

It was a perfect family, for me at least. There were no fights, no shouting and screaming. Both of my parents loved each other very much, they loved me with all their heart. Even more, than I expected. I considered myself lucky, being in such a loving family but who knew one incident can change everything you think about life.

One night, while I was alone in my room. Waiting for my parents to come back. A distressing phone call awaited me. My mother and father got into a car accident when I was alone in the house. It ended up as dead on arrival and both of them perished horribly. Leaving me alone to fend for me.

"I feel so sorry for her.. both of her parents have died." A woman behind me whispered to the other as I was mourning on the altar, seeing both of my parent's lifeless bodies in their coffins. I wipe my face from the tears, as I tried to stay strong for the whole time this was going on until I hear a snarky remark coming from one of the relatives that came to the funeral.

"Good riddance to those two. That bastard son of mine left the family and turned his back on us, so there shouldn't be any point in shedding any tears for these two." My cruel and vile grandmother shouted.

"Mother.. can you please not be cruel now? Meghan can hear everything you're saying." One of my aunts tries to stop her but she remained head high and crossed her arms to look more intimidating.

"Their disgrace of a daughter should have joined them on the grave! I'm just sick of looking at her, what a failure." She pointed directly at me. Making me vicious and angry at her, but I just didn't have the energy to even try to fight back. My parents had just died after all. Having a screaming match with an old lady is just no use and it's not like I could even change her mind about me.

As you can see, we didn't exactly have the best relationship with my grandmother. My father was born into a family of noblemen. All of which are destined to marry rich and famous women which was a requirement to the family, however, my father fell in love with a woman that is neither rich nor famous. Which infuriated the whole family and their anger grew larger and larger to the point that they decided to disown my father. Making our family live on our own, without having any interactions with the other family members.

We were peaceful and flourishing with their help. As much as they expected my father to give up his love for my mother. He actually tried his best to give me the best life he possibly could, without any help from his family and he showed that he can talk the talk and he can walk the walk. Making them even more furious.

Once they all died, I can already expect them to be celebrating and cheering since my father was rather cocky that he can live without them and now he ended up six feet underground. Which they found interesting. I'm not even surprised that they might have something to do with their untimely deaths especially with the connections these people have.

But that was back then. After the funeral has happened, another tragedy hit me. I suddenly fainted as we were about to bury the corpses of my mother and father when I was revived and awake, the doctor told me that I had a chronic heart disease that's going to shorten my life span immensely. He concluded that I wouldn't even make it past my twenty-first birthday because of my condition and there wasn't any type of cure that they could do. All they could do was to lessen my pain. This means whatever I do, it would just be all meaningless because I'll just lose it all once I turn 20. That's exactly one year from now so why am I just staying in this hospital bed when I'm just about to lose it all anyway.

My mother and my father are both dead. Everything that I had was taken from me by that awful family and now I'm about to die in one year from heart disease without any cure. So is there even a point in trying to live life like this?

Is there a point to eat, to drink, to sleep, to stay in this hospital when I'm just going to die anyway. If only they can just get it over with and end my life early, that would be great honestly. I sighed, laying on my hospital bed as my arms feel numb from the dozens of needle injections I had to take for my medicine.

I'm so bored... just laying here all day. I facepalmed, grabbing on the T.V remote to turn it on so I can at least listen to some music or anything to get my mind off from all of this suffering. I convinced myself to turn on the television since it was the only thing that's going to stop me from thinking bad thoughts in my head.

I continued to scheme through the channels, getting irritated as the shows weren't exactly good at this time of the day. It was just a bunch of shows about how someone found their success through hard work and dedication, true stories reenacted.. all those types of shows. Just puts salt in my injuries and my self loathing.

Am I really just this hopeless now?