The Forgotten

Chapter 7: The Truth (part 2)

If only she listened to them before it was too late, then maybe she would still be alive. But who would have thought that such a strong passionate love would be destroyed by the cruelty of life? They believed in happily ever after.

Can you blame them?

They thought that once they were married, the struggles would fade away and they would live the 'happily ever after' they were promised and held so dear in their heart.

But life isn't that kind. Not to them at least.

After that fight, things were starting to calm down. The fights were ceasing slowly disappearing and fading away hiding in the thin air. It was the warm relaxing breeze before the storm came tearing everything on its way.

After the few peaceful weeks, the fights were back, growing stronger, deeper, more intense and faster than before. He was back. His old self was coming back and there was no one who could do anything about it.

He started hitting his wife without an ounce of regret on his face. He forgot how much he treasured her, how much he loved her, how much she once meant to him. He made the mistake every human made: he took her for granted. Except he fell into the darkness deeper than normal people tend to.

Don't judge him. He was more vulnerable. He took more hits in life than you could think a human can, more than I know of anyway. All I knew was: he never deserved any of the crap he went through and he was getting sick and tired of the mess that his life was.

Years passed by, and I was starting to forget how once my parents used to love each other so passionately. Life was hell. Nothing had meaning anymore. But I had to be strong, ignore the pain and smile as if everything was perfect as if there was nothing wrong and life couldn't be better. I was an expert when it came to faking smiles. I was so good that I could have wrote a book about it.

But then there was Harmony. This girl could read through me. She was amazing. She was the only one who could see through my facade. I couldn't fool her with my smiles. She knew better. After all, she would hear our moms talking. She was aware of the mess I called life that I was going through.

She never forced me to tell her anything. EVER! She would just make sure that I was aware she was here for me, ready to listen silently if I needed to complaint. She would wait patiently. She would ask the right question at the right time. She would ask me if I wanted to talk about it.

At first I refused. I needed to stay quiet, keep it locked inside and pretend to be happy. But I couldn't help it. After a while, it all felt useless. I trusted her and she was not going to tell anyone anyway.

I started opening up to her slowly. I was never the type to complain. At first, all I said was 'it hurts' . After that I would slowly open up to her, and before I knew it I was already telling her everything spilling my lungs out down to every detail. It made me feel so much better. I would have never thought how much of a relief it was to let it out.

She was listening, she cared, and that made me happy to the moon and back. Thanks to her, I would feel so much better, enough to dare and hope again. I hoped for a better future. I believed that one day this torture will be over and my parents will go back to loving each other and life would be amazing again. But boy oh boy was I wrong!

It was all because of that damn 'accident'.

That day I woke up like every other morning. Harmony was supposed to come over today. But nothing went as planned. My dad got fired from another job. When he came back, there was something off about him but I couldn't quiet put my finger on it. I was too young to realize it then but my dad was high. Too high. And pissed. More than usual.