I feel like a cold water just splashed on me when I heard those words from my very own father. I smiled bitterly. I never knew he had the ability to say those things easily. Maybe they have been wanting to say those all along; they never just had the opportunity to say it, not until now.
I did not have a choice but to turn my back from the house I knew since birth and walked out of it. I still continued sobbing despite my frustration. I put my palms over my mouth in an attempt to cover up my sobs, fearing that they might hear it.
The moment I stepped out of the door, I was greeted by heavy rain and thunderstorms. I tried to calm myself down and breathed in deeply before deciding to run. I tried to not mind the painful droplets falling all over my body and the constant scream of the house helps telling me to stop. Unfortunately, it's too late now, we've already reached this point.
I continued to run fast while still holding my mouth with my two palms. I don't know how many minutes passed since I stepped on the rain, but it started to enter my eyes and cloud my vision; partnered by my swelling eyes.
I continuously ran despite not knowing where to go until I stumbled.
D*mn! I cussed in my mind. I groaned as I tried to move my leg despite the overbearing pain in my right ankle. this is not the right time to have a sprain!
I looked up and roamed my eyes to try and find a temporary shelter. The place looked familiar even when the darkness coated it. I continued looking until I saw a swing not far from a distance.
I am currently in the park. It means that I am now outside of our subdivision. I did not know whether time flies fast or I am just a fast runner because I did not know that I already covered such a large distance. Our house to the subdivision gate takes three blocks and from the gate, it takes about five large blocks to reach this children's park.
Seeing that I did not have any other choice at the moment, I decided to limp towards the swing to sit. This park does not have any shed or anything with a shade, not even the slide unlike other parks. The park is not that big, but the nearest house is still like blocks from here, and I can't force myself to walk far with this state. It's better to sit here in the swing than continue swimming in the mud that started to get washed away from the rain.
I tried to stand and support myself with the iron fence that was within my reach. However, every time I tried to stand and reach for it, my body didn't follow, but instead chose to fall, causing me to have more mud in my body. My face turns darker every time I fall because my right foot hurts a degree higher.
Okay, Myst, you can do this! Well, you can't but you have no choice. I held my breath while attempting to stand again.
I let go of the breath I am holding when I am able to finally stand. Thank goodness and I did not fall again. My body is literally dripping with mud from the many times of falling.
With the help of the fence, I was able to get my footing before forcefully limping towards the swing. II heaved deep breaths in between. I feel like I am on the verge of dying with the intense pain in my foot. Every time I start to step on it, it doubles the pain.
Sh*t! I know I said I don't have a choice, but the pain is really killing me.
I did three more painful steps before falling on the swing chair. My face contorted with the unbearable pain to the point that tears are brimming in the corner of my eyes. With my arms, I pushed myself up to sit on the swing before checking my injured foot. I don't know if the word 'swelling' fts how big it is. Aside from that, it is so dark. I do not know if it's mud or my blood oozing out because I fell too many times.
I tried to massage it, but it hurts even more. God, why now? I don't know why I am having this kind of bad streak today. Is it because I went to a therapist? If I know, I never would've gotten along with Chaos' plan.
I tried to stop my tears from falling I am crying again not because of their words, but because of the pain.
With the state of my foot, I now really had no choice but to let the rain subside. At this point, I also think my skin and body is now used to the cold. I closed my eyes and bowed my head while praying that this storm would pass soon.
The rain continuously poured on my hair, flowing towards my forehead, then to the tip of my nose before finally falling to the ground.
How ironic, heavy rain brings drastic changes and chaos to others, but for me, it might be inconvenient at first, but after some time, it would finally bring me the peace I've longed for in my life; it makes me calm.
They hate it, while I love it. Maybe I've always been like that. Cut from a different cloth from others. Everything I want and like is what everyone hates or thinks is weird. And everything I hate is what everyone loves. So, where do I belong? The answer is simple, I belong nowhere.