I had always been living in constantly fear. Fearing that once I become something of imperfection, both of my parents would just abandon me before getting on with their own lives. Well that's what my parents had demanded of me to be.

  Perfect. Flawless.

I have always known since young that my parents had no love. Both towards each other, and me. It's for your own good. They claimed . As if anyone would believe it.

  They were complete strangers. Once, in my vague memory of a five-years-old , my father had a car accident. He was sent to the hospital for an emergency operation. It was only after hours of screaming, bawling my eyes out did my mother accompany me to visit him. I could never forget my mother's cold , indifferent gaze when she received the phone call, carrying the bad news of my father.

  It was since then that my young self figured that Mommy didn't love Daddy like most of my other classmates' parents. They had never shared the knowing, loving glance that all parents shared while looking at their children.  

I was never their darling daughter, but a tool used to show off to their friends and colleagues. I was like an obedient robot, obeying all the instructions and commands my parents had given me . However, I do not loathe the dinners with them. My parents always make sure to be the best parents in the world when it comes to dinners. I have always marveled at their acting skills. They did not look a bit like their cruel, ruthless self.

  During dinner, they were never both home. It was either Mom or Dad. For two reasons:
1. They were both business man/ woman, having their own companies
2. They always try to avoid each other
At least that's what I deduced , with the latter being the main.

  Or else it would be me and our domestic helpers alone.

  When I have blunders or flaws, they never do what normal parents do ---point it out and at most, have punishment like going to your room without dinner.

  They lock me in my room for a whole day without any food or water. Until the next day , when I would cry and beg for forgiveness. The next time I make the same mistake? Two days of the same torture.

  Oh, so you wonder why I had never told anyone about them? They ensure this by threatening that, if I ever utter a word to anyone, they would file a divorce and leave me with my other relatives. Sounds pathetic, right?

But the truth is, it's not like I was too attached to them or anything, but I had no friends. Like no at all. People say that all human have at least a friend or two , but apparently, not me. I had a friend when I was really young, like during kindergarten. She was my neighbour. However, to my deepest horror and disappointment, she moved away when we were about to attend primary school.

After that , I was always seen by everyone as the snobbish, aloof, rich girl that was always alone. It was this way since primary school, secondary school , and maybe all the way till university. Or so I thought. But little did I know that this new girl who was going transfer to our school, would change my life, turn it up side down, but in the good way, more like down side up...