One Heart.

Every girls always thought of who their prince charming might be in the future. Thinking about those fairy tails, wondering when will that day come true and who shall they meet. Some of them, somehow people like me who doesn't request for much and just follow the flow and just see what might happen. Well, there might be friends who are faster than you and some might me even later. Or maybe, you already have met your someone but you just don't know was he/she the right person and you tend to miss the opportunity.

So last year, I've met someone, someone that I've never expected that we might be together. Maybe it's just a coincidence? But, I'm really glad that I have him. How we met? Well, I didn't actually know him at first until my friend invited some of us to film 'Typical Malaysian Students' at my school. He's one year younger than me though and we both study in different schools. I really have no idea who he was even during the filming session. Until the video was uploaded and I shared it, then I mentioned that the guy showing the tongue in the video is cute. Hahahaha. Then, I think one of our mutual friends tagged him and we started chatting after that. The most weird thing is that, I've added him before in facebook. It must be me simply approving friend request. Hahahaha, not a good thing to learn though as you might not know what kind of people you might encounter. Anyways, I've encounter someone good though. Heeee. :D

Eventually, chatting began to spark that feeling of mine. I didn't know it was, all I tried to do was avoid. Then, my school had this prom last year and he joined along as he was part of the crew to help out. He asked me to be his prom partner at first but I didn't accept though. Everything's gonna be really awkward if I do so. And, I wanna spend my last day with my friends actually. If I've known him earlier, probably I will go with him. But, we just chatted and never actually met each other more than once or twice at that time. I get really awkward around strangers especially. Hee.

During prom, I didn't knew he came at first. But after knowing, I became really weird. Weird as in not the usual me. I was looking for his sight when I'm sitting down or walking around sometimes and making it not obvious cause I didn't wanted my friends to know about it actually. He was really good in suit, hahaha ok I'm kinda fangirling here. Well, I was wanting to take a picture with him actually but I didn't, I super regretted when I got back home. Oh gosh.. Hahahaha, still feeling the regret somehow but not that much cause I can spend time with him now though. Blek.

Talking about the confession now. So, he confessed to me several times but I rejected though cause I was unsure about my feelings. Then, eventually he convinced me and I accepted, why not give it a try. I didn't accepted him face to face though but through Whatsapp. Honestly speaking, I've never met someone who wasn't a friend of mine before and I can open up to him easily though. But, I won't forget my fellow buddies as well. Hehehehehe. We went on our first movie to watch Spiderman 2. I'm still keeping the tickets, heee. It was really awkward at first, not just awkward but super awkward. Hahahaha.. but well as time went on, we got closer and closer surpassing that more than friends feelings. Yay, a breakthrough. That's about it though, I guess. Relationship on-going and still counting! :D

I hope you'll find your true love as well.


-XenoRed

Not the only one

okay~ sorry for the bad grammar and sentence again. Enjoy.?

genre : family

            I knew I was not the only one to be an orphan. I knew that there are many children in this world to have a sad past and was sent to an orphanage. I also knew that I was not the only one who seeks for parents’ affections and the warmth of being in a family. However, I was sure that no one would have a past, a history… Like mine. Nobody would very understand the misery and pain I had to go through… And hi, my name is Lilith, this is the story of my past.

            My grandmother, who loved me for who I am despite what everyone says, gave me that name since I was born in the chilling dark night. The name Lilith means belonging to the night. My grandmother had hoped that I would grow into a fine lady, but she did not know that the name she gave me had caused me to suffer so much misery. The night that I was born, my mother who was having difficulties in giving birth to me went into coma after the labour. Everyone was shocked upon looking at the newborn baby, which was me.

            That was because as an infant, both my eyes were already widely open unlike any other infants. The colour of my left eye is like what a normal human would have, dark brown coloured. But on the other side of my eye, the colour was crimson red which has the shape that was similar to a cat’s eye. Thus, the rumours started to spread like a wild fire in a forest. Since my family members were all Christians, they believed that according to legends passed down from the middle age, the name Lilith was the name of Adam’s first wife. She was turned into a demon because she refused to obey him.

            As years went by, most of them started to look at me with a pair of eyes which were filled with disgust and fear. Furthermore, my grandfather did not once look at me straight in the eyes but he would always avert his eyes to somewhere else as he tends to avoid me as much as possible therefore we did not talk much with each other at all. Even my at least my father would visit me in my grandmother’s room once in a while. I was not allowed to leave the house after the age of 5 and was ‘locked in’ in my grandmother’s room.

            A few years later, my father found another woman and he remarried. That woman was the same as everyone else; she treated me like I’m a monster there to haunt her. She stole one of the few people who treated me like a normal child. Now, my grandmother was the only one who cared and loved me for who I am. Sometimes, I would sneak out to visit my mother which was located in another room across the hall and just stayed by her side hoping that she would get up one day to take me away from this ‘jail’ of mine.

            One day, a miracle happened. After so many years, my mother woke up from her coma. I was overjoyed and prayed really hard that she would be in meeting me as the same as me. I really hoped that she would accept me. But as I feared, I was too naïve to even believe my own flesh and blood mother would be different. Once she was awoke, my grandmother called the servants to help inform everyone. My mother saw my grandmother at her side and smiled. But her smiled faltered when she saw me, her eyes widen in surprise and I swear I saw fear and disbelief in her eyes.

            “A demon.! Get away from me.! GET AWAY.!“ , she screamed repeatedly in an instant. I was shocked at her reactions and I tried to scoot over to try to calm her down. Trying to tell her that I was her daughter, her only daughter. At the same time, my father came rushing in to her side hugging her and tried to explain everything. Despite the effort, she shouted in rage:” I do not have a demon as a child.! You get awa----- “, her struggling suddenly halted but as well as her heart. Everyone held their breath as they try to take in the situation and then everyone started to realize that she was dead. 

            Even when a miracle happens, it doesn’t always last that long. Her wakening from a coma and her sudden death was definitely a shock to everyone in the family. My father, whom was still holding on to her, sheared some tears and he turned towards me and glared, “You.! You brought nothing but misery to our family. You DEMON.!” , he shouted.  I was still stunned, too shocked to recover from what had happened. Everything went the opposite way of what I was hoping for, everything was falling apart. All that I ever wanted was an acceptance, love and care that a family consists, but because of my right, so-called-demon’s-eye, it will never happen to me. With that thought, a single tear slipped down from my left eye.

            On the next day, everyone wanted me out of the house and to be sent to a far away orphanage. My grandmother, of course being as kind as her, had tried so hard in defending me but her attempt was useless. Surprisingly, I was not shocked on the decision they made, I just wanted things to get over with. I was tired, tired in facing their hatred, their fear, I just want to get away. The last memory I had for everyone was all so negative that I unconsciously made myself to be emotionless so that I would stop feeling the pain. It was when I was at the age of 7 when I was sent to the orphanage.

            I never did make any friends and my life was like a living hell. Everyone still despised me thus I had to live the hard way to survive on my own. I was constantly being bullied, beaten and ordered around. I left the orphanage as soon as I was able to live on my own. 

At some point of my life, I was sick and tired to be living like that. But someone saved me from the hell I was living in, he had helped me through everything without wanting any reward and nor did he fear me. His actions were true and his intentions were pure, I never thought I’d be able to meet someone like this anymore. He changed me and so I had opened a stall that sells contact lens with different types of styles. I had also earned quite an amount of money through this business. Besides that, I no longer need to wear an eye patch to cover my so-called ‘demon eye’, I did not have to hide it anymore as many people thought it was just a contact lens.

I would not deny that sometimes I would hope that my family whom had caused me nothing but sadness and misery to suffer death to ease the scars they left carved on my heart. However, someone made me believed that revenge was not an ideal action, neither was holding onto a grudge. As they said, “ an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind “. For now, I’m content with how things worked out as I’ve found someone who would be there for me all the time.

THE END

Word count : 1270 words.

♛Shadow♛  ~