I went to school the next day, acting like nothing happened. Though, something did. They already had pulled the plug on my mother. I tried my hardest not to cry that day, but only a few tears slipped out.

The funeral was a few days from now, I was going to go. It's not like my father's funeral that I did not attend because my father wasn't all that nice to me.

He cheated on my mother, though my mother forgave. I didn't know why, it was just wrong.

She was an angel but, she married a devil. A heartbreaker.

She was the heartbroken and he was the heartbreaker.

Even though she knew, she kept quiet and stayed with him because of me. She didn't want to "ruin" my life by having a divorce. She didn't know I knew, I made up a lie that I couldn't go. But, I had to write a speech.

I sat down at my desk, opening a textbook. Slowly and longer into the lesson that (Teacher's Name) was teaching, I replayed what had happened the day before.

I felt a slight burning sensation build up in my eyes, I quickly screwed my eyes shut and sniffled.

"Am I..?" I brought my hand up to my eyes and stared at my palms, I tear fell and I started rubbing my eyes vigorously.

Why am I crying?

I gasped and searched for a paper towel. I quickly wiped my eyes and shook my head, upset. Then, my grandparents walked in.

"Obaa..." I looked over at them, my eyes pinkish. "(First Name)." They said, my grandmother tugging on my sleeve for a hug.

I hugged my grandmother and rested my head on her shoulder.

"I know you're sad that we're pulling the plug on your mother's life support." My grandfather spoke, he pulled the both of us into a hug and-

My remembrance was cutoff when I was called out by the teacher.

"(First Name), what is the answer to this question?" He inquired, raising a brow at me. I gulped and stuttered.

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After that was lunch. I hurried out of that classroom and rushed down the stairs. I had no reason to rush. Once I got to the bottom, I bumped into someone. When I looked up, it was him.

"H-Hey, about yesterday-"

"Oh, yeah. It's alright." I interrupted, looking away quickly. I ran past him and ignored the call he made. I felt like there was no time to waste arguing with him again.

I quickly ran to my Grandparents' home and slammed open the door, panting.

Why am I in such a rush?

"Oh, you're here." I looked up to see my older sister, I haven't seen her in 5 years. She hadn't aged much, only a bit. After all, she was in her twenties and working.

"(Sister's Name)-onee..." I trailed off, barely making eye-contact with her. She hated me, she hated me deeply. She had a deep hatred for me.

Only because she was our father's "favourite", that I didn't go to his funeral, it made her furious. She didn't show much, but the tension tells something else.

"I'll be staying here, since...mother passed away." She informed, not looking at me. She stared at her phone with no care that I was in the same very room with her.

I couldn't stay.

I can't stay.

"I hate you, by the way." Conversations with her, like this was normal. She showed no shame. "Yeah...If I were you...I'd hate me, too." I muttered under my breath, teeth clenched; fists clenched. I looked away, my eyes screwed shut.

I can't stay with someone who hates me. After all, I hate myself as well.