Nightmares’ Fairytale

Reality Strikes

“you will not be turning your back on me, Janize!. We would talk about this right now.” My father shouted to my mother. His jaw are clenched together with balled fist and a teary eye as he talk with my mother who is about to enter their room.

“Let’s just separate, alright! I am exhausted on all of these stupid fights. I can no longer tolerate you meddling with my life Zedric. Our marriage is not right from the start, you already got what you need from me. I love Tristan and I want to be with him.” My mother stated with a glaring eyes and flush cheeks from anger. What she have spoken broke both of mine and father's heart.

I stare at them with a clench heart as both of them fight as usual, the only difference is that their fight grew deeper each day that passes by. I am already 15 years old and my 8th birthday was the last day I have experienced a happy family. The last day that this place I called home, heard any sound distinguishable as laugh.. My parent’s marriage was arranged from the beginning but anyone with an eye would see that it the middle of it they fall in love. I felt it, because I grew with that love. The same love that vanished together with my beliefs in fairy tales.

I always believe that being in an arrange marriage will not be a matter with my family. For 7 years I witness how their fight grew from misunderstandings into doubts and into tossing of sharp words with each other. I always thought that one day they would fix it, that this is just a trial in our family. However, only now did I realized that our problem is beyond repair, because how could anyone repair a relationship when there is already someone on the picture? I wish that my existence suffices as an answer but I guess, I am not. Because I stop being their princess since the day they started bickering with each other.

When I was 12 my father would always go home drunk and barely can stand up to walk through his bedroom while my mother would rarely go home at all. Only today have I solve the puzzle. He knew. For three long years he knew that my mother is cheating and yet he tried to fought for their relationship alone.

“Janize, is that what you really want to happen? A separation?! Do you love him that much that you could leave me? I know that we started on the wrong foot, but we fall in love together. Please don’t do this. I love you Janize.” My father begged, going near to my mother to engulf her in a hug before stating “If you can’t do this for me, at least do this for our daughter.” He looks so fragile with his shaking shoulder and red yes caused by his obvious cries. Never in my life would I thought, that my father who portrays himself as a strong man would be this broken.

I am standing in the corner of the room below the staircase as I watch how my father beg my mother to stay while my mother is struggling to break free from my fathers embrace in which she succeeded. Her face looks red with anger towards my father as she looks straight into his eyes.

“Listen well Zedric, nothing can change my mind. This marriage is all about money. A money in which your family needed from mine! You have got it, there is no longer any reason to stay." she stated in a cold stoic voice that gives shivers to anyone who may heard it.

Hearing my mother spoke that she has someone she loves aside from my father and speaking like I am nothing for her broke my heart but the agony I felt after I saw what happened next is incomparable into anything that I have experience. In there I witness how the mother I admire for her angelic features rolled into her pit of death.

After a month of that dreadful day, I rarely go out of my room. Closed from the reality, I stay in the comfort of my bed and stares in nothingness while an endless tears flows through my cheeks.Lost with energy, I cannot even shout or whimper. I was about to fall in the oblivion of sleep when I heard a sound of something falling. I found a strength to stand up to check where the sound came from out of worried.

As I turned the knob of my father's bedroom, I realize that maybe they both never love me as much as I thought they do. Because as I enter the room, I realized that I can never be a reason for someone to stay.

Cover in a pool of dark red liquid, I see a lifeless body in the middle of his room with a sharp knife beside him. I stood still, my heart shuttered into a million pieces as I saw how my life come into an end. The clock seems to stop ticking while a deafening sound of siren probably caused by police and ambulance cars overwhelmed my ears. I saw people walking into our house in a slow motion as I felt dizzy and darkness overcomes my consciousness.