I am an only child.
No, let rephrase that. There are only two people in our family. If you can call it a family, that is. I think it should be clear there is no one I can call my siblings. And, of course, no father as well. The furthest point my mories can go back to has never had a father figure present. All this ti, this family has always been keeping the number to the bare minimum, mother and . Even though she never tells anything, I believe sowhere out there, one of Mother's clients is my father. At least, that is what I can deduce from the information I gathered from looking at her. As for siblings, I do understand why she does not want to get a brother or a sister. In fact, I would not wish for anyone else to live here under the sa circumstances.
Nevertheless, that seems to be my set-up created by this world. Now, to make everything simple for my mind, initially, I should put aside the aspects of everything being fake. The mories of Mother are what created who I am right now, and that is factual. No matter how much I want to deny it, she is at ho every night. I will have to cook for her, clean up the ss she creates, and do whatever she tells . Unlike Han and Rachel's families, who will never show up, Mother lives here. She will have her voice heard by any ans possible. Mother is not a re description amongst many of the ga or a shadow person but a real, living being. The black bags full of trash, the empty bottles of alcohol rolling on the floor, and the pain I get from disobeying Mother is all the evidence I need.
Even when I know this world is made from a bunch of codes and my suffering was for naught, the scars I have on my body are still apparent and throb every ti the weather changes a little. It matters not if they are real or fake since they are here to stay for the rest of my life. Whether or not I like them, I have to accept that truth.
Alas, I have gotten acclimated to my situation. Ti is indeed a redy for any kind of illness and disability.
"Ugh!" But strangely, my mouth lets out a revolted sound. I guess this body is still sothing even the most destructive power of all creation can not correct.
Eyes quickly turn away to look at the door to Mother's room. No longer do I want to look at this broken body anymore. If I could, I would smash that mirror to pieces and destroy the tattered reflection of mine. Sadly, doing that will make Mother trendously angry. When she is furious, well, things happen.
The author of this ga has been so thoughtful of their audience. Their characters are not loved because we are a bunch of tools. No. Rather than giving a basic and generic back story like how Han could save from an amateur pick-up artist, they gave all of this...thing to look at. We could have had a cliche situation where I saw Han saving a kitty and fell in love with him. Or I could have seen Han walking an old lady across the street and thought he was a kind person.
But those were too mainstream for the developers. Too...normal without an impact.
They need to make three-dinsional.
They need to make quirky and characteristic. There needs to be a way so that people can distinguish from all the other characters like Rachel and Laura.
They can go eat crap for all I care.
"I need to get out of this place." Disgusted by my existence and the pungent sll inside the room, I make my way back upstairs to my room.
"School is about to start, after all. He must be waiting for to co back."
As I drag my feet through the various rubbish on the floor, my head wanders off to his side. The image of that faceless person slowly appears within my imagination, and I smile, knowing he still lives. Even more so, he must be thinking of many weird things about the ga and us.
Yeah...us... We problematic few...
In my imagination, I can see two other girls by his side, too.
One is a blond girl with aquamarine eyes as beautiful as gems, and the other is a brunette girl with chocolate eyes as warm as the everlasting hearth.
Rachel suffered with her love for Han, so she beca violent. She had never been accepted by her childhood sweetheart, no matter what she did. C helped that blond girl break the chains by giving her his hand, so she imprinted on him instead. Soone like C, who would never be able to hide his emotions, is a much better target for soone as insecure as Rachel.
The class rep is a little odd but still understandable. Laura was raped in the past by the school bullies and was saved by Han. Before that, I think she had a simple life with her family? But she had sex with Han regardless. In the end, that led to Rachel killing her out of jealousy. Even though the current Laura has not had any trauma, she must have been brought into the mory world and was shown the event with her own eyes. If I were in her shoes, I would also have been devastated by circumstances beyond my control. By being a couple with C, that fate is no longer imminent. Although I wonder if the class rep and that childhood friend will fight again since they are now both in love with c.
However, compared to my situation, those two have one more thing in common.
They can disregard their pain as fake. Everything they have had to take until now can all go bye-bye without care. With C on their side, that is enough. They have achieved their happiness already. No more events to worry about, no more Han. The two girls can simply enjoy their youth with C until the end.
I do not have the sa luxury since my misery was painted on with my own flesh and blood. All the pain and the sorrow haunt so much that I would not want to be in this world. Living here every day is worse than Hell. On top of that, these ugly scars on my body never forget to tell how inferior I am compared to Rachel and Laura. Unless Mother no longer exists, there is no way for to say nothing ever happened in actuality just because of the script.
But they can.
More than anything, I envy them.
Their unblemished skins, unburdened freedom, unshackled fates, everything about them just seems so much better than what I have currently. They can laugh, they can cry, they can be beautiful.
They can be their true selves.
At the least, they do not have to hide their faces. C could just look at it and complints them, albeit in his heart only.
I have not heard a good thing coming from C's thoughts regarding my appearance. Yet perhaps, that is for the best. It is better for to not hear anything than to listen to his description of my scars. Although, at this rate, I think he will not do that. C is a considerate person, after all.
In the past, C considered his love a sin. Then what about my envy currently? Is it a cri? Sothing worse, even?
Water is coming from my eyes down to my cheeks, but I pay them no attention. It is not abnormal for to do such a thing.
The more I think, the heavier my heart becos. I do not know what I should do anymore. Without a doubt, I will not let my life be controlled and ridiculed by an invisible system. But what is waiting for ahead? What event is glancing around the corner, waiting to give Han the chance to swoop in and beco the hero to conquer my worn-out heart?
Is C going to save ? Or is he going to let Han do it?
"I want you to do it." My mind thinks of only one person.
Funny guy, he is. Without a face, he sohow still feels charming. I have read many books, but the prince is supposed to be soone who looks good. Not only that, prince Charming should talk like a gentleman.
My prince does not even have eyes to see. He talks crudely and makes jokes about silly things. He does not co from royalty. Not at all. In fact, he does not have a place of his own. I have not been there, but in his words, it is made of lines and scribbles.
Most importantly, he makes laugh. What more can I ask for?
"Where did you go last night?"
Sadly, there is one thing even grander than the event about to happen to .
She will be here whether I like it or not. After breaking out of the event, she will still control every aspect of my life.
Mother.
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