Ardella Maverick, the name that I received from a person that I find quite abusive towards me. As a kid, my mother died when she gave birth to me, Mr Maverick, specifically my dad, he was very depressed about this bad news. All I could remembered that my siblings are the only one who raised me, my older brother, Arden, who was like in his teenage years who took care of me.
By the time I was 7, I already knew that he despise me, the fact that I'm the one who caused mom's death, but he was amazed that my body feature was almost familiar with someone. He told me that my body feature was different from our family, all my family members had brown eyes or hazel eyes but me? I was gifted with blue eyes "crystal blue eyes" that's what my brother told me. I had this strange mark under my neck, it shaped like a crescent moon, making my brother even more confused. My brother always compliment me and I love him. But I got confused and upset when he just left us at home leaving a note saying " that dark crescent moon of yours, Is something hidden under it's mark" I got even more confused but I was determined to find the meaning.
Days go by, nobody's defend me anymore, dad kept shouting and hitting me a lot " that mark on you! Must be the reason your mom died!" He shouted as he throws the empty wine bottle at me. I had to get used to this " get a grip Ardella, you will get out of this situation" forcing myself to accept the worst, yes I am the bad luck. My childhood ruined, other kids get to play outside joyfully with their parents watching and talking about their children, while me, stayed inside the crusty house with a mad man who's still blamed me as the cause of my mom's death, bruises are normal in my daily day. And yet I still haven't tried to treat my wounds properly.
At school , my teachers doesn't seemed to notice my wounds, so I continued to hide it to not make them worry " nobody cares about you Ardella" my thoughts would always pushed the word worry, guess I was born to be bad luck.
I just wished that ...
That I...
Wasn't born as bad luck.
"Only in your dream Ardella,only in your dreams..." The thoughts are like possessing me , it's like I don't deserve to feel the feeling of affection. Nights weren't my favorite, I had this weird " disease" I wouldn't call it as a disease though it's more like I was born with it. When the moon shapes into a crescent moon, whether it's on midnight or evening, I would always felt a pang of pain on my neck,as if someone stabbing me, I had to endure it until the crescent moon ends and the pain would gone. I would ignored it to avoid any suspicions thoughts in other people's mind.