Join your dead parents (3)

Zoey's vision blurred and it became difficult for her to clearly see.

She missed her parents, her cheerful and mischievous brother who always loved to play tricks on her.

She painfully laughed her eyes welling up as she remembered their fun moments.

How her dad would carry her calling her his little princess. Nobody was allowed to hurt his little princess...

Her mom's bright smile and warm embrace...

Her naughty brother messing with her only to hide behind their parents screaming, " help! My monster elder sister want to kill me!!! "

She shed one single tear as she faced inescapable emotional defeat.

" Mom, dad... little bro... why didn't you guys take me with you?! I want to be with you... I miss you... "

Her lips trembled as she lied on the bed in a curling position. Her tiny face was very pale and her eyes were red. She couldn't handle the pain anymore.

Ever since her family died, she had faced nothing but pain.

Her grandparents and uncle's family faked affection for her during the first days but after getting tired with their acts, they finally showed their true colors.

That cunning old man who called himself her grandfather handed over her dad's multimillion company to that greedy wolf of a man, her dad's brother, in the name of taking care of it for her till she became a full grown adult.

She regretted trusting them in the beginning. They were just but greedy wolves hiding themselves in goat's skins.

They took her dad's sweat and blood for themselves.

She was left with nothing. Nothing but pain, hatred and hopelessness. No one would be able to guess the kind of pain she was going through everytime she found herself waking up to a new day.

If only she'd sleep at night and never wake up again...

Then maybe all these would be over. Completely over.

This house where she was born and grew up in. All the nice moments, the love...

They were nothing but memories. Memories she loved but hated to remember.

Why would she remince them when they brought nothing but terrible pain? She hated the house. This was where her joy was cut short, where the painful nightmares began.

Where she experienced hatred for the first time from the people she once called loved ones. Where the ones who used to sing praises and adoration for her, looked at her as if she was a parasite.

An orphan living off their loving family.

Where her life turned into nothing. The home she once loved...

Now it gave her an empty feeling. Neither hate nor anything else. Just empty. Her heart's many broken pieces had no room for hate or any kind of feeling. It just felt empty.

Zoey's shoulders shook as the events played out in her head over and over again. She bit her lower lip while tightly clenching the bedsheets with fisted pale hands.

As her family's death wasn't painful enough, two years later she received another blow that completely shattered her tiny remaining will to live. Her inner self died leaving her hopeless.

The ounce of strength she had built crumbled instantly as complete hopelessness converted into tears that rained down her face at a lightning speed.

She felt like a stone was stuffed into her chest as if she had to gasp for air.

The familiar suffocating pain was attacking her.

Her fists were clenched and her face stiff as she tried to endure the pain.

When it was unbearable, she extended her trembling hands into her bedside drawer and fumbled for something.

After finding the box, she weakly unclasped a bottle of water and quickly swallowed the pills she held on her hand, almost getting choked on the process.

As streams of tears continued to flow faster than her heartbeat, she felt completely drained. Emotionally, physically...

Her eyelids soon turned heavy. The once cheerful and proud princess cried herself to sleep in a miserable state.