My vision started to blurry and my knees felt like jello.
Am I adopted?
My chest hurts. Hundreds of Knives stab my heart from different directions. I'm bleeding but my heart continues to beat.
My brain yells at me. Speak.
I told myself again.
Speak!
But my tongue's tied. I can't find the courage to ask mum if it's all true.
"...Sweetie.", she whispered, her eyes full of fear.
I can see it in her eyes. There's no need for words. I can already see the truth that lies in her eyes.
How could you do this to me, Mum?
Or do I even have the right to call you that?
All this time. I can't believe it.
"Sweetie, let me explain.", she said and stood up. She took a step forward but I stopped her.
"No, please. I... I want to be alone.", I said.
I did not wait for her response. I dashed out of the house, into the darkness.
The wind was cold as fuck but My heart was burning too much that it made my body numb.
I felt my tears flow down my face as I continue to run, without thinking about where to go.
I felt betrayed. The person I trusted the most-lied about my entire existence.
I'm nothing but a lost sheep. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere else.
I'm an empty soul.
Where should I go? Is there a place I could call home?
Mum... she was once my home.
It fucking hurts. Everything was a lie. Is my name even real?
I stopped in my tracks and looked up at the sky. It looked like it was about to rain. I can't see any stars.
I... don't know what to feel anymore.
"Krysh?"
I looked at the owner of the voice.
Oh. That's funny.
My feet dragged me to this guy. I didn't even notice I was already running in this direction.
Isn't it ironic? I chose Mum over this guy and it turned out I'm not even her real daughter.
I can't help but laugh.
"Are you okay?", he asked and stirred his wheel closer to me.
I stared at him as he cross their lawn. "What are you doing out in here? You should be resting.", I said as I wipe the tears off my face.
He frowned at me but his features softened when he saw the tears on my face.
"Oh, That's sweat.", I lied.
"Doesn't look like sweat to me."
I looked down at him. He's sitting in his wheelchair, staring at me.
I haven't seen him in a while. Not seeing him felt like years. Looking at him, only made the wound ache more.
"It's sweat. I was running."
"To me?"
It was a half-baked joke. I could have said no with a blink of an eye if it was a normal day. But this is not just some ordinary day.
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