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^Helena POV^
Of all the things I hate is seeing a happy little family without me. Even though I'm also part of that family, I've lived with them for a long time, but why is it as if I never existed.
I hate being used, but I also want to be loved for no reason. Then why can't I get that?
Look at them, laughing happily in front of me, as if I were a pseudo-shadow, regardless of my presence.
"Helena!"
Ah~ that scream again, that scream that fills my eardrums every day. There is no day without such shouts.
"Are you deaf?"
That is a question I hear every day.
"You should be grateful to be alive. No one wants a child like you! You are worthless, Helena! Nobody loves you!"
The swearing I hear every day.
Everything became a whirling stir in my head, filling everything until it felt like I wanted to vomit.
It felt so claustrophobic and suffocating that I asked the sky, "Does dying to feel better than this?"