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And here you go with the story, but I'm literally very new at this and English is not my first language, but I tried guys, I tried. *sobs* *sighs deeply* huff

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'Change can't be given to you every time, you must bring the change yourself'

~bus conductor

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◕ One year ago ◕
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"Get your ass out of that room, now!"

Silence.

"Come out this instance girl, or I'll swear I can make you go there with crutches on your arms."

Thinking silence.

"Oh God! You're impossible."

Ding-dong!

I heard the creaking of the front door and the sound of ever so delicate footsteps getting louder.

What is the point of ringing the bell when you're going open the door anyway, my dear sister.

"Ah! finally, I thought you're going to return next week with the groceries. Did you help the farmer grow it? What took you so long?"

"Uh..no...err..the shopkeeper doesn't listenin- "

Her struggling words were already chopped off in midway by my lovely mother. "Yeah yeah, I get it, cut the nonsense now and go start preparing for the dinner, will you?"

I can sense her hurried nods before our mother engages her in a heated tally of the bills.

I breathe out a shaky tired sigh. Moving my head sideways towards the wide open window, watching the fictiously beautiful sky.

A stimulating yet timid smile made its way towards my glossed lips, as I saw the birds passing by chirping along and the shit loads of overgrown dried grass glaring at me. Fucking chores.

The sky was drowning in an azure shade of blue. That color always made me crave something which I don't have. Which I can't have. The strawberry clouds making the sky blush like a sixteen year old teen.

Ever so soft waves of fresh wind caressing my skin. Letting a few unruly strands from my two-days-old bun flow towards my lips, making a few tendrils sticking on them. Urgh, that stupid sticky gloss.

I pursed my lips in annoyance as I removed them with frustration.

I can hear a distant noise of a laughing kid accompanied by a faint tuning of piano from the house just beside ours, which somehow made me feel inexplicably doomed. Like a buzzing alarm. Constantly screaming to me 'go, get a bloody life!'

A happy life.

But that's the thing here.

We never get what we want. Never.

Because obviously, we have to spent our whole life struggling for it. And then ultimately die, with that mandatory lingering feeling of longingness. That something is still missing. Left out. Incomplete.

Everyone wants something from there life. Something meaningful. Not gonna lie, I feel the same. But we often forget that life is not a favour. Everything is in a give and take relationship. Just simply wrapped in a façade of hoax sincerity and bogus ethics.

Life will always get in the way of living. Quitely squeezing you till forgot how to dream.

Sometimes it's feels like the one who chilling up there, over all those celestial bodies spends a whole night, passionately plotting and planning like, "Oh haha! What can be done to make Thunder's day more exciting? Oh yes, probably a thunderstorm will do, huh?"

Well my own mother has inaugurated that path when she decided that this shit is perfect to name her daughter. Completely unforgivable even in the deepest depths of hell.

Suddenly, my stomach growled out of nowhere. Dinner time. For me hunger has always been uncontrollable, it just seeps into my brain like a drumming ache. Although, it doesn't contribute anything to my body health.

Huffing out another sigh, I tiredly stood up while dusting my backside.

Huhh. The mess in my life. I wish I could dust that off too.

Adjourning my tangled up thoughts, I glance at the well closed door.

Move it Thunder, she's probably busy with Ella.

I strode forward, silently rotating the door knob open. I tip-toed out of the room in a swift and turned to close the door with utter silence. As I took half spin back towards the stairs, my head instantly made contact with another thick head.

"Aaaahh aarrghh..." I winced as a sharp pain shot through my already weak brain cells. Well, so much for being silent.

Backing away a few steps, my hand clutches the edge of table behind me. Immediately, a crashing sound echoed in the doorway.

Who kept that bloody vase on the table? I glared up only to see glassy pair of matching eyes.

"Watch where you're going!" Ella whined, rubbing the swollen top of her forehead.

"I wasn't even walking- "

"Nevermind, leave it..." she dismissed it while still rubbing the slightly red spot. Her eyes turning more awake and focused, "Now, listen to me. If you wanna be alive, please do what she says. Reasoning with her is useless!"

"How hard did you hit your head?" I said, squinting my eyes at her with a faint look of disbelieve.

She breathed out, keeping a warm hand on my shoulder. "I know I know, but... she'd been always like this, isn't it? All I'm saying is there no point arguing. Just do what she says! It's not that bad after all. And... you know it that have to ultimately do it at last." She proclaimed, with what I saw concern gleaming in her eyes.

I was about to open my mouth to make her aware of all the 7876 reasons why she is wrong, but decided to go against it as I heard the very infamous voice. "What was that sound eh? And why the doorway lights are on? Don't you girls know how much the electricity costs these da- " Her precious words were left unsaid, as she stood halfway on the stairs.

Her eyes bolted on her dearly broken piece of ceramic vase. Oh no.

My mind, which is well accustomed to her forthcoming pleasantries, already started playing it on rewind.

"How..." Her words puffed out in the choking air as she kept looking at her now Late bud vase.

Fun fact about my mother: there is no such thing as boiling.

She's been always like that since I learnt how to breathe.

For most of the people, they're able to catch a glimpse of the upcoming typhoon. But here, we don't receive that generosity. The level of her anger accelerates from zero point two five to direct ten.

Like you can't see the bubbles while the anger slowly boils to the higher temperature. You'll only feel the overflowed wrath.

And the sudden amount of volume and bitterness unleashing from her was enough to let the anguish seeps into every inch of my heart and travels through my body. Not from the veins, but from the deep-seated arteries.
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"My vase..." Her threatening voice bringing me back from my wonderland, "You worthless bitch... Do you even know its price? Do you know how many zeros it has?"

Her menacing steps clomping their way to the death spot. Following the direction, Ella crouched down and frantically began to pick up the broken pieces.

Oh, the poor soul of her beloved bud vase. Thy soul may rest in peace. Thou will always lie in her heartfelt memories.

The struggle she went through for it while cat-fighting with her cousin sister. Totally praiseworthy.

My mother's eyes filled with fury, fluctuating between me and the shattered porcelain. Involuntary, I gulped down, Ella's constant chanting of 'I'm sorry mum' and 'it wasn't her fault' weren't helping either.

Finally, my mother stood directly in front of me. "Anything to explain?"

Wow. Now I've been provided with a chance to speak.

Ahem ahem. With the beautiful audience present here, I would like to give a toast on this rare yet auspicious occa-

"An intelligent human being wouldn't dare to open that trash mouth of yours."

-Cheers.

"Is there even one tiny per cent of shame left in you? Eyes down, right now!"

My nostrils flared as I tried to retort back, "I wasn't ev- "

"Stop that shit. I don't wanna hear your cawing." she spoke, before huffing out a loud sigh.

After a long pause which still involves soft sorry chantings from Ella, she delineated, "Look woman, I don't wanna waste anymore of my energy on you. I'll forgive you for today, but in return, you've to do what I say." she continued further even after my best ever deadpanned look.

I knew well where this is heading.

"Go to the internship."

No.

"You can take my car as Rick is going with you"

Especially not with that bootlicker.

"I said no earlier. And it's not changing." I said, with a look of indifference.

"I wasn't asking you miss, it's an order! If you refuse to do it, I'm forced to throw you out of the house. With charges of the damages in all your years here."

What the fuck is she-

"I WILL NO- "

"I'm serious."

I tried to talk over her, "How can yo- "

"Yes. I can. With all rights."

"Where in the world did yo- "

"Right here. It's my house, I have the authority now."

"This is insa- "

"Insane right? You drive me insane all the time."

I tried one more time, but I knew that it is as useful as a chicken to a vegetarian. "I'll call the polic- "

"Oh, yes yes. Please do it. I'd be so pleased to inform them about your so called 'work'."

I froze for a millisecond. You're really winning mother of the year, aren't you?

I clenched my knuckles, taking a look at her. She has one of that face which says 'You might be darn clever. But I'm your mother.'

It's not about the work. But the idea of internship that I despise. Work like a donkey, only to catch empty air.

There was a moment of thick silence before my mother took out the final bullets.

"Ella? C'mon, pack her bags. Your sister is moving out to the footpaths. I'm sure she's happy that she'd be finally getting rid of us. She won't feel trapped anymore. The airy surroundings would definitely add to it. She likes the mosquitoes outside more than us." She proceeded further, cocking her eyebrows while lowering her voice a little. "How silly of me to find her a paid internship- "

What? P-

"I'll do it!" I blurted out almost instantly before it travels into my brain for the logical hearing.

Should I give this a little thought? But the money... but what if-

"Good choice."

Too late now.

I glanced sideways at Ella only to see her shrugging.

Now I feel like I was exaggerating this internship. Stupid internship.

My mother took a turn, making her way back to the living room.

She halted in the middle of the stairway, giving me a once over look with a light smirk playing on her perfectly matted lips.

She turned back again but not after muttering the usual taunt, which only makes me sleep peacefully at night.
"The only good choice you made since your birth."

I always doubted the person who verified my birth certificate.

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