Feelings Behind

My Life Today

Freedom's POV

So I stepped up into this black and white themed place.

This is the place where I can really emote.

My room.

Yes, it is my room.

But it isn't a room that people may suspect as a big and comfortable place.

This room I call as my peaceful place is the ATTIC.

Yes, the attic is where I sleep,

A place where I can find joy.

While I'm in here in my so called "room" enjoying my own company, I hear my parents' joy and laughter while busy in their gambling sessions.

At the age of 10, I was forced to stay at a room like this. With a mattress that is so dusty and the ceiling full of webs made by little spiders, I suffer. While I watch my parents enjoying their own company in their air conditioned room.

My mom's reason why my room is in here is because we had financial problems so they can't afford my own room.

I have a sister, a sixteen year old sister named Majesty, we are almost twins but she doesn't like me and I'm older than she is, in months to be specific. She is staying and sleeping beside my mom and dad.

Even my food has its limitations.

I am only allowed to eat in the morning and at night except for desserts.

While my sister can eat from breakfast, lunch, supper and desserts.

My dad's reason why I have this kinds of limitations is because we need to save our food.

I cried and sobbed because of the pain that I can feel.

I don't know how much more torture will go on in my life.

My sister enjoys while I suffer the consequences.

When will this end?

Freedom as my name isn't fit for me and for the situation now.

When will I taste the good life?

This is My Life Today.

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First story! Feeling nervous!

Hope you like it!