Tears-chapter 1 If only life was simple. But it's not. I wish It was as simple as it was 30 years ago on that exact second I was birthed into this world. Everyone is blind, to see that they are just born to die. I gave away happiness fifteen years ago. When she used me as her slave. Just something to beat when she needed to take her anger out. Let me take you back fifteen years ago....when i began to realize hell was a person... fifteen years ago... I dipped the mop in the rusty bucket full of water. Mrs. Vera wanted the floors spick-and span otherwise she would be disapointed and curse at me until my self esteem was dropped to the core of the earth. I dragged it across the tile floor. Looking at myself in the shiny reflection. I hadn't looked at myself in weeks, months even. Mrs. Vera says to not focus on myself because it makes me selfish. So I trusted her. My black wavy hair, tied into a sloppy bun that I had thrown up to keep it out of my way. My very dirty sweatshirt that was still too big for me. Leggings that were really tight and beginning to rip. And brown boots, the brown rubbing off. Mrs. Vera walked into the room. "That floor better be spotless the next time I come in here or no dinner for you" "Yes, mo-" She looked at me with sharp eyes. "--Mrs. Vera" I finished. I looked back at the floor and pushed the mop across the dirty ground. "Good" Her heels clicked as she walked away. Strands of my bun had fallen out. I sighed. There's no point in putting my hair back up. I finally exhaled as the clicks became distant. Thats when I heard a ring of the doorbell...
hi! thank you if you read my chapter! this was completely my idea for it and im hoping you enjoyed it! :) my second chapter will be out in a few days! thanks! - nova.
