Trapped
It has been two days and three nights since my run away. My mom never attempt to give me a call and my dad did the same. I was the one who initiate the calls first each day i returned to vy’s house from school..
No one missed me. No one really care that my face is no longer around.
But since tomorrow is Saturday, and life is still going and i need to go to work to earn my independence, i made the decision to return back home.
My dad was the one who came to pick me up. As for my mom, she might as well disown me. I’m no longer anything in her eyes. She feels upset and troubled because of my presence and i can very well sense that when i entered the door.
I didn’t say anything; neither did she.
I made my way down to my room anyways. When i reached my room, a sudden pang of loneliness, hurt, and the feeling of being trapped rushed in. I really want to stop feeling this way. I really hope for a better period of time to come soon. I’m so tired of randomly thinking about all the saddening things in my life..and sulk over it even though i know there is no use in behaving that way. I’m getting tired of pretending to smile, pretending that im feeling fine, and pretending that our fight was not a big deal at all. In fact, i am sure that the relationship between my mom and I is very much as fragile as a butterfly’s wings. With everything that have occurred during these couple of days, it’ll be hard to turn things around, it’ll be hard to come back to the way we were before— no matter if the past was no where near flawless either. I really want to fix things but it’s just all too complicated and there will be no progress of the other side doesn’t cooperate.
As of now, I’ll just live as good as a daughter i can possibly be and talk with fewer words and less emotion to shoo away any arguments that awaits in the future.
I’ll be a mannequin and i hope my mom will be more satisfied with that.
