"Damn, why am I even existing in this world? Just kill me and live your freaking lives happily", Norah shouted at her parents who were arguing since she has returned from her school.
Her mom shot back the same damn line she usually does,"It would have been better if you weren't even born" and it was enough to get her nerves bursting but she's used to hearing this shit and has quite upgraded her tolerance level.

                 Norah's pov

Hell...this is our daily business. Fighting from the break of dawn to dusk till night. And the topic of discussion is always the same-I've ruined my parent's life. I don't know if they have ever cared for me or at least felt sympathy for this poor soul. Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. I had spent most of my childhood days in my grandma's and even studied there through my primary school and I'm quite glad that it saved me from the childhood trauma I would have possibly suffered. However, it didn't change the fact that they were still my parents and I had to come back to them eventually. But it seemed that my parents weren't ready still.

Their lives are so messed up. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 16 and had to discontinue her studies not because she had to take care of me but because she didn't have the courage to face the world. My dad,on the other hand, was a well established man in his twenties and so ofc, my mom had to depend on him for everything especially money. This was obviously not the kind of life she wanted and she did nothing but blame me for all these misery of hers.

At first, when I came back home to continue my middle school here, I was totally broken ngl. Mom made me believe that I was a curse for her and I surely started questioning my existence, which I still do sometimes. However, I'm quite accustomed to these things now and I'm learning to cope up with my miserable life. But all these toxicity do have some affect on me even if I try my best to avoid it. I'm not sure how is it affecting me but I can say, my nights are getting longer, my fears are getting greater and my dreams are starting to fade away even if I'm trying my best to hold them back.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Of course I couldn't care less about the daily bickering, but sometimes it just crosses the limits and I feel like I can't take it anymore.

There's no one to wipe my tears at night and say, "It's okay,everything would get better. You've tried your best".
There's no one to share this heavy load I carry within myself.
I just hope to survive through my middle school and go back to my grandma's and let my parents live their fucking lives without me being their burden.

Grandma, I miss you T_T

I don't want to get hurt anymore,I'm exhausted ^_^

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A/N

Omg! I can't believe I'm writing this:)
*_*

Ok so, this is my very first story in Wattpad and I'm quite nervous while writing this. The style of writing maynot be the best since I don't have much experience. So, criticism is accepted.
The plot of this story is definitely a planned one though this isn't pre-written.

That's all :))
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