Tomorrow may never come

I can’t wait to die.    I looked at the ceiling, my blood slowly oozing from my mouth and trailing down the stained dank flooring of the cheap motel.  Is the option of fighting for my life really viable right now?  I tried to move my limbs, feeling for anything that hasn’t been beaten to a pulp by the baseball bat that was lying a few inches from my broken arm.  Hell, I ache all over.  I wondered what did I ever do to deserve what is happening to me.  I chuckled but gurgled out more blood.  All I ever wanted was to have a peaceful life but look what that had got me into.   I am Catarina Dela Roux, eighteen years old.  You’d think the name would be synonymous to prestige, power and ambition.  Well, that was what others would rather believe instead of admitting what is real and true.   I have mixed parentage.  My mother was Spanish while my father was half-Italian.  We have a normal life.  My mother works in a bank while my father owns a winery.  Both are active wine enthusiasts and would be invited in numerous dinner parties.  They would attend these, buying clothes that were too much for their budget while rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous.  At the end of the day, they would come home too drunk to even care for their daughters.   As the oldest daughter, it was my responsibility to take of my sister, Ana, in my parent’s stead.  I was the model daughter.  Everything that was needed to run the house was my responsibility.  Making the beds, cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, making sure Ana goes to school with me and doing groceries.  See – everything was simple and normal.   So how was it that I was dying on the floor of a cheap motel, beaten within an inch of my life with my life slowly ebbing from my eyes?   I huffed as I tried to get more oxygen in my lungs.  I couldn’t think straight as the pain gradually became overwhelming.  It seems it was almost time.  I could almost see the smirking faces of the people who brought regret into my life.   My parents   My sister   My boyfriend   My so-called friends   I closed my eyes and lifted my head towards the ray of sunlight pouring from the tattered curtains.  I mumbled a silent prayer to the God who I had long devoted my life to. Ah God I know I haven’t prayed to you in a long time. I don’t know if you can still remember a sinner like me Please give me a chance, a chance to right the wrongs I made I promise to do better this time I hope you can hear me…   I heaved a deep sigh before breathing my last.