ANNA'S POV
Neither once upon a time nor a long time ago, She exists now. They say princesses are pretty, But the truth is princesses are coward who pivot on well-off dumb princes. Happily ever after? The naked truth is "Just hell ever after."
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The world is horrid-dreadful and black as pitch. It is quiet except for the stillness of death and the hush of early dawn.
An inky and dark living silhouette alerts me.
"Mom?" I emotionally break down and become brittle.
It sets back. "Annalisa?" The black shadow begins to set off to me by walking. As it takes it's the first step. I weep. "Please don't." I go ahead and cry my eyes out. I plead " Please don't kill me."
It moves closer to me and whispers "Are you happy?"
"I am not." I nod my head side to side to indicate NO.
"Princesses do not lie to their mother." The black shadow gradually and gently moves its palm. It abruptly strokes my hair tightly and hardly.
"No mom, I am not happy." I cry loudly with my heart out.
I can feel my tears streaming down.
"Anna. Anna. Wake up. Are you okay? Anna!!."
I open my eyes in a trice while I sob.
"Anna?" Ashylinea tries to comfort me by patting my shoulder.
"Get your hands off me." I hit her hands." Get out."
"Are you ok--?"
"I will be. Just get the hell outta here."
She exits my room downcasting.
This nightmare. It never departs. Wherever I go, It follows me like a shadow. A shadow that doesn't fades out even in darkness. I tried moving out, But it still hunts me. It feels like she is still after me and that she's still walking behind me. It gives me goosebumps on my entire body to even surmise it.
Anna Garcia, It's me. I don't give credence to happiness. People's sorrow, it's like being a vampire and drinking the blood of humans...it gives me great satisfaction. As stated by me, It is something that fades away swiftly leaving everyone shattered, removing the colors of life, giving the trees dry leaves. So these half-witted individuals should be aware of this by now.
Stoic as habitual, I craw out of my bed. I head towards the window, pull up the curtain, and get my head out. I happen to see songbirds flying above the roof of neighbors. For one moment, I imagined myself as one of their flock. Flying above someone's roof, not having to see all these brainless living mistakes. if I were to undoubtedly become that feathered living being, I would never come down to this dirty place.
I am wearing my mood. My mood today seems turned off and dark and black.
I put my journal inside my bag and head out. I am waiting for my bus. I am listening to electronic music to avoid anyone or anything. A lot of em' are walking around, Yeah those who look like humans but aren't. My AirPods suddenly stop working, I cautiously pull it out and try to fix it. I then overhear a cringy conversation.
" When I am with you, I become the happiest person in this milky way galaxy, I love you."
I cross my arms. The first rumination that blends all over my mind is how this guy is foolish like everyone. He hangs up his phone, he is in a really good mood, that kind of mood I usually wish shouldn't have existed.
"Don't sweat it. Everything is non- permanent."
He hears me. I notice him giving me an intense gaze with those large eyes."Uh..." Before he says something, I put on my AirPods at full tilt and lend ears to some pop music despite the fact that I have an aversion to pop music. I catch sight of my bus arriving from a long distance, I am guessing it will take about one minute to reach out to me. So till then, I should turn a deaf ear to this ignorant, weird, and god knows what type of guy.
The bus finally makes an appearance and I instantly fix my cap with the intention that the guy who I gave a short lesson out of blue doesn't recognize if we happen to run into each other by any chance. Without any delay, I hand over my bag to myself certainly and get onto my ride. "Ting." I pay for my bus fare.
The bus driver glances at me suspiciously, As might be expected since I dressed up much the same as someone who just robbed a bank. It is normal to be cynical. I am standing with a lot of passengers. I catch a glimpse of an empty seat, I finally take a sit in the long run. I put on a mask on my face and lay my head down. I am experiencing some kind of peace and Obviously, someone has to butt in.
"Excuse me!". An extremely ugly guy cooed, pointing at his girlfriend. "This seat is already reserved for my girlfriend."
"I ain't in a mood to exchange my seat right now. " I responded making it obvious I am irritated.
" But this is my girlfriend's seat." he murmurs.
This is one of the countless reasons behind me having a deep hatred for humans. They consistently cling to something worthless rather than something useful. I am displeased.
"Do I look like I care? don't bother me."
He gazes at me as if he wants to stab me right in my throat and enjoy a mouth-watering meal with his plain-looking sweetheart. But like who cares?! I am just going to enjoy what I have right now. And nobody should be sticking their nose against it. Because what I own right now will be...will be...it will be gone. Everything only stays for a while. It fades away in silence.
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Lastly, I eventually arrive at my destination which is pretty much the same as hell, I walk through the school's hallway recalling every single not-so-interesting thing that took place in that damn bus. Quite a lot of nosy students are looking at me. Amusing thing is, they think I am toxic. But still, they are not well conscious of me. I am perfectly twice of what they sense about me. Yet they make as if they know me well.
I start my schedule after I load all my belongings to my locker although I don't have much to fill except for my cellphone, snacks, and the AirPods which obviously our teacher doesn't allow in the classroom. But I guess it is slightly illegal to lay the blame on our teacher. The whole school's philosophy is to blame.