Sylva

Life was actually tiring, at this point. The noise from my parents arguing, my little sister crying loudly in my arms, curses flying, and my mom being tossed around threatened to drive me insane.

I couldn't handle it much longer.

It got to me.

This house, huge and secluded.

It was hard to miss the longing stares of our neighbours as they passed by our mansion, they probably wished they lived here with us.

The irony.

The only thing beautiful was the structure.

The family inside was as messed up as families got.

And I was tired.

For once, I just wanted a normal life with a normal family. I wasn't even asking for happiness, just a reprieve from the madness in my brain.

I felt my heart clench as I heard my mom fight to protect herself from the man she thought she loved, and bile rose up in my throat.

Apparently, even normalcy was too much to ask.