Hell is Here

As I drank the last bit of the poisonous drink. My whole life flashed through my eyes. I lost my mother at the age of nine. My father on the pretext of bringing me a new mother remarried and they had a son. As it was expected the new mother surely didn't liked the child of husbands first wife. I grew up exposed to feelings such as loneliness, hunger, sadness and numbness as constant companions. When I was eighteen and able to take decisions on my own, I took admission in one of the most prestigious colleges. I thought that finally I was free from all the drama and torturing. But oh! How wrong I was. She didn't stop that that. I really didn't wanted to succeed father's company. I wanted nothing. I just wanted to lead the rest of my life peacefully. I never asked for anything. Never desired more than necessary for my living. But then why? Guess it will always be a mystery. Guess I was never meant to be happy. But that doesn't matter now because finally I am leaving this life. Finally I will make a life of my own in the heavens. I am Era Aster. I had a loving family. A loving mother, a loving father and a loving home. My father's business grew rapidly, we became rich overnight. But nothing's for free. Mother soon caught a sever disease. Doctors said she can't be cured. And that's how I lost my mother. Soon after mother's death father decided to bring me a new one. He said I won't live a Cinderella tale and the new family member would surely love me and I believed that. An year later father married a woman with a high sleek posture. She pretended to be the most wonderful and kind person in front of father. Until her child was born. I got an baby brother. Because of growing business father soon had to leave for overseas matters. And that's when things started to go wrong. First she started from small things with my consent. And soon she took everything. I was still provided with necessities like electronic devices, food and other things. Even after all this I stayed put. And when I turned 18, I moved out and started living in my college dormitory. I made new friends and hoped to start a new chapter of life. But My stepmother felt threatened for her son's right to my father's company. As I was the first borned and the rightful successor to the company. But in reality I neither wanted the wealth nor the fame. So she decided to remove any possibility of her child not becoming the successor. She bribed my friends and made them give me a poisonh mixed with my once favourite cold coffee. I knew it all but tired of being tortured, hated, envied and forgotten, I decide to take my own life nonetheless. I wonder will my father miss me after I am dead. Will there be anyone who would shed true tears after hearing that I no longer exist in this world? Will anyone visit my grave daily and shed tears? Whatever. I won't think about them anymore. What they did is just what the basic human nature is. Should I be angry at them for making my life hell and then killing me for their own gain? Or should I just forget it and move on like I always did? Well, whatever I choose it won't matter anymore. I am already in my last moments. This cruel world took everything from me. But still I can't resent it. Why? So long..... world. I closed my eyes with the hope of leaving this cruel world and that's how I ended my life in this world.