The Other ElizaBeth

For once, I lived a thousand years... I lived by the sands and thousands of tears, Where people still think fear is what I am, They did not know I was once a scared human. I was once a human... ----- I once dreamt of living forever, living at the age of twenty years old forever. I would want that to happen, to live forever at my age or go ahead and live inside my mother's womb again; that should do. But I forgot... I don't have a mother anymore. I already lost her... Frequently, the memories of her sprung inside my head again. Those tragic memories appear vividly in my mind of what had happened last year. They were creeping up like ghosts. Those misfortunes and terrible decisions I have made. It made me think that I shouldn't have reached this day of my birth. It's a curse. Lazily lying on my bed, as usual, the cold temperature of the place won the race against the heater. Boredom gets to me inside this miserable condo unit, yet I didn't have plans on going out nor ruin Oz's peaceful Mobile Legends' play at his place. I would be damned more. Several missed calls were made by Gina, my biological father's sister. I knew very well the next thing that will happen, and as expected, three loud doorbell sounds echoed at my place. I rolled my eyes and lazily got up from bed. I never bothered to fix anything in my room and abruptly got to the door and opened to see the troubled face of Gina while staring at my unbelievable bad hair day and crumpled PJs and sando. "Seriously, Bethilda? This is what I'm expecting in your condo? Why aren't you answering my calls? And why are you not dressed up yet?" While closing my eyes, I imagine her say those things while at the door in her usual motherly stance; intact with full authority like everyone around her should explain things. "It's early. I still even want to sleep," I lied. It's literally 1 PM and I have no sleepy cells left in my body. Gina would notice that. "You're not supposed to say that. It's your birth—" "Hep!" I stopped her and eventually waved my hand at her face while facing the other direction. "What do you need?" I demanded. I could imagine her face turning red and her brows rose to my antics. She's used to my cold and heedless treatment. "We're going out. Take a shower and dress up!" "I told you earlier I'm sleepy..." "I wouldn't take a no for an answer." She pushed me to the bathroom and threw a towel that automatically hung on my shoulder, then heard the loud closing of the door at my back. "Move, lady!" Her voice echoed. How I hated her voice. It sounded more like her...