I had my headphones popped on my head playing 'Ocean Eyes' by Billie Elish in the Male version sung by Nolan. I was studying with my bedroom door shut.
Loud arguments and breaking glass can be heard.
"DAMN IT!" My dad said, throwing a glass jar at the wall.
"SO, WHAT! YOU SON OF A B*TCH!" My mom screamed. "YOU HANG OUT WITH THAT SLUT ALL THE TIME!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, SHE ISN'T A SLUT!"
"OH?! SO NOW YOU'RE ADMITTING IT?!"
"MEN MAKE MISTAKES!"
"MEN DON'T MAKE MISTAKES! YOU'RE THE MISTAKE!"
I laughed inside my head hearing that roast.
This was normal in our household.
I am 13 years old and surprisingly this is how calm I am to this.
I was abused and pressured.
One wrong mistake on my report card can break the family apart.
Day after day.
Year after year.
This is how I led my life.
Because of the childhood, I grew up in, I matured quicker than my peers at around 8 years old.
My only salvation and the thing that keeps me from going insane are my best friends and school.
School is the only place in my life that helped me stay away from my parents, even if it's for a few hours.
I participated in after-school activities, clubs, the student council and anything else that kept me in school for longer periods.
At school, I'm a carefree and happy child. At home, I'm mature and silent.
My only goal is to survive this toxic household and escape to a university abroad.
Years later, I succeeded.
My mother and father hugged me, saying how much they'll 'miss' me and will continue to 'love' me.
When I was being hugged, I felt insects crawling over my body.
'Fucking pests'.
After that, I never went back, no matter how much they yelled at the phone.
I studied a Biomedical Engineering course for the first four years when I was 18. I entered a medical school for six years in Europe when I was 22.
I was able to take on a job with the help of my engineering degree to cover up the student loans I had to pay and the fee of med school.
I graduated successfully from med school, got clear from the debts too.
I applied for internships in med school and successfully became a doctor a year later.
I left my biomedical engineering job since the current one had higher pay.
I became respected there because of my knowledge of both degrees.
In the end, I became a CEO of a famous hospital when the former CEO passed away and trusted me to handle it well.
I did my work sincerely and soon I expanded operations across the entirety of Europe.
I became a billionaire.
One day, on my way from work.
Truck-kun wasn't on holiday, so I died.
Not that I had much to lose.
Wait.
NO!
MY MONEY!!!
I WANT A REFUND!!!
OI!
LET ME GO BACK!
I WANT TO WRITE MY WILL!!!
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!