Why?
Why?
Why?
WHY!!?
All I did was love him. Why must they punish me like this!? I WAS NOT WRONG! I only wanted his love. Is it wrong to fight for what you want? Was it wrong of me to go between them? HE WAS MINE FIRST! HE WAS TRASH BEFORE ME! I MADE HIM GREAT! HE WAS MINE! HE WAS MINE ! He was mine...
Life sucks so much. I literally gave my life to a man who didn't want to give me his. I could've had anyone I wanted, yet I chose him. I chose him, so why didn't he chose me. All I wanted was him. I didn't care what others thought, I just wanted his love.
Tears kept falling from my face, but I wasn't sad. I was angry, humiliated, frustrated, and empty. I couldn't help myself from playing the events that led to my downfall over and over again. I just wanted to figure out where it all went wrong. What did I do to become this? I used to be happy. I used to be the best.
I was born into one of the most powerful families in the world. My family was one of those old money families. I don't know when or how our ancestors became rich. To be honest I never bothered to learn. In fact, I just focused all of my attention in my own problems. School, friends, fashion, and other things. However, I did know that we owned a lot stocks and stupid politicians. I was the definition of wealth.
My family wasn't extremely happy, nor extremely insufferable. We all focused our attention in our own things. My father was always working, my mother was always in some fundraising event, my grandfather was enjoying his last years, and my brother was always working to inherit the company. They all followed their roles to the T. Except for my father who didn't seemed to want to follow the role of loving husband. He didn't have any mistresses or secret lovers, but he did have a first love. Now that I think about it, he was the reason for all of this. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have ended up like this. Or was it because of my controlling grandfather?
When my father was younger he fell in love with a sweet kind girl. Their love was one of movies. Rich handsome guy falls in love with kind poor girl. Beautiful! Unfortunately, for them real life is nothing like a movie. Is more like hell.
Grandfather didn't approve and didn't care of his feelings. He forced him to marry my mother. The perfect wife. Came from a good family, was beautiful, and knew her place. Grandfather was the typical controlling villain of any love story. He paid my dad's girlfriend a decent amount of money to leave my dad. Sure, she abandoned the love of her life and left him feeling like a broken doll, but she did it for an honest cause! The sweet thing was pregnant.
She thought that if my grandfather found out about the pregnancy he would make her abort it. How sad! That's literally the worst thing that can happen to someone. Sure, she couldn't have possibly told my father about the pregnancy, and overcome whatever obstacles together. BUT NO. She had to make the decision of a lifetime. She escaped with a couple millions and had her stupid, home-wrecking daughter, a few months later.
My father became a lifeless doll and married my mother. Unfortunately, for him my mother wasn't what people thought she was. Sure, she was the perfect lady. She was beautiful, charitable, and a great at social events. She was just a bit of a control freak. Her mother taught her that anything that wasn't perfect was unacceptable, so my lifeless father was just an annoyance to my mother.
Despite his broken heart, she made him get out of bed. Told him that he stank and was just a disappointment to everyone around him. Those words made my father remember his first love and froze his heart. He got out of bed and started working under my grandfather, but he wasn't his normal self. He became cold to everyone around him.
My mother found his new attitude more acceptable, and didn't bother to start a romance. She didn't care about romance, he was just a husband that she needed to have to make society accept her. Nothing more, nothing less. Together they had two children. Michael and Charlotte Aguillon.
Michael was the first child. He inherited mother's shiny blonde hair and my family's blue eyes. I don't know why, but every single offspring of the Aguillon family has ocean blue eyes. Except of course, for my virtuous older sister who inherited her mother's green eyes. My brother was always trying to meet my mother's strict expectations. He always had his head stuck in a book. First of his class, athletic, the envy of the parents, he was oh so talented.
Then there was I. Now that I think about it, I do not know what I was. I think I was okay until I met him. I can't really remember a time when I wasn't obsessed with him. He just made my life so exciting. Seeing him made my heart pound, his voice was like music to the ears. Why did I became so obsessed with him!? I am Charlotte Aguillon! I am the greatest! Why did I allowed him to make me destroy myself? Why did I love him?
I couldn't help but to sigh thinking about everything. I felt slightly dizzy, and I knew I was dying. People said I got what I deserve for coming in between their love. I guess death is what you get for trying to sabotage a great love story.