MINT
Rage?
Despair?
Disappointment?
Hate?
I didn’t know which of those emotions I was currently feeling but I just knew my mind was in a crazy frenzy. Not having a mother was better than having one who’ll go to the extreme to ruin your life.
It was pitch dark at the beach, everyone had taken their leave and I was the only one left here. The atmosphere was supposed to be cold, but the fury boiling in the pit my stomach didn’t let me feel a thing.
A lonely crescent moon sat in the sky. It was lonely like me, but wasn’t lost like me, I thought, gloom clouding my mind.
All I could think about were her eyes, the look of anguish that later morphed into spite. Would she ever forgive me? Would she ever be able to look past the misdeeds and horrible manner I and my family treated her?
