It disgusts me.

When I complained about everything, they called me an attention seeker. Yet I tried to keep it continued because I thought maybe one day they would look at me, for once, with love.

However, it will never happen.

" Listen! Once you are gone, you are gone forever. So don't bother yourself, wishing that we would call you. Don't expect too much!" My mother spat through the phone, and I didn't call her first.

I hum.

" Why are you silent? You shouldn't -"

" Hmm!"

" This Brat. Nevermind. Don't return home. Your grandparents are still upset about how rudely you behaved with Odette. She wasn't happy for a while!"

" Hmm!"

" Juliette Anderson!!! Don't you have a mouth? I don't understand why you are so arrogant. I shouldn't have given birth to you -"

I hang up. When you learn to listen and not to care, nothing does matter anymore. The heart will eventually scoff to ignore the pain that once killed you internally.

I got up, thinking nothing. I woke up yesterday, and since then nobody has co