Lucas

O n e ~ Lucas

Lucas's Pov:

Throughout this whole thing started, I've been feeling prisoned. Always told

Don't do this
Don't do that.

And it pisses me off how I feel so unable and just helplessly obey, when I don't even want to.

It always pisses me off how my parents treat me, they're overreacting for it all.
I may be blind but I'm not a child, I know what I'm doing. They're stopping me from doing what I love and that's even more disgusting. They always argued and I, for now. Couldn't care less. I got used to it.

Money was never everything, and who says despite that is stupid because this is all lies.

Family is more important... love, is more important than any fortune or wealth in this world.

People who were labelled under the name of 'freinds' were my true enemies. they used me to get to dad's fortune as he's known for being a big business man in Europe And I'm paying for it now; he always travels and I barely see him. Mum doesn't bother about it since she got used to it, but I do.

The only person who ever gave me that feeling of real warmth of family was my brother, which makes my heart ache and break for million peices when I recognize he's gone now.

My mind can't processing it still after these years. my hands sweats and trembles whenever I remember a memory; it brings me flashbacks of every single moment we had, our words, our special things we did together. Everything. And it makes my tears flow against my will even though I push them away, I pretend to be okay which is harder than I ever thought it was.

I've got no one to talk to, so I just scrib my pain to the papers that maybe one day when I die someone might read it. And understand some about life, and figure the truth hidden behind the bright sun. That there's fire around the Universe.

books & music became my friends who made me hold onto them. even when I write I feel some sort of self peace. I get my inner peace sometimes..and I spell my heart out sometimes and fill the words by the pen with salty tears that falls like rivers.

Until the river was drained out, finished and empty, Hollow, like how I became.

But I believed that. maybe somewhere, someone is meant for me. or one day I find someone who knows those feelings I feel. because If I found them, I must be desperately clinging to them and never let go, and never leave their side. Maybe life would reward me after giving me this bittersweet....

I wish.....

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Penny's pov :

I got up to my grandma taking the blanket off my body , the chilly air hitting my bare arms . "Come on Penny! You'll be late!" She spoke annoyingly. I groaned in annoyance.
"Just five more minutes please." I groaned, shifting in my bed as I buried my face into the pillow.