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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.
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