A Little Life A Novel 소설 & 이야기

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

“I can’t wait to play with them!” Troye gave her the box, and the little girl ran back to where her brother was. “I also have something for you, Kaydee.” Troye sat beside the little boy and put the box before him. “What is this, Uncle? You don’t really have to buy me toys,” Kaydee seemed curious about the toy, but unlike his sister, he was shy. “Those are called hot wheels, I believe?” Troye chuckled. “Thank you…” Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it.

I had made my new home in a quaint southern town, taking up residence in a cozy little courtyard. I was sprawled on a wicker chair, soaking up the rare shade on a balmy summer afternoon. The town was a slice of heaven, picture-perfect all year round. I was toying with the idea of opening a flower shop. I never used to care for the frilly stuff like flowers, but three years as Mrs. Harris had somehow coaxed out a fondness for their charm.

She clutched my workbook like it was a magic key to success, unaware that without putting in the hard work, she could never escape a poor family that devoured hope. Before I knew it, the day had arrived for me to marry Anthony. Anthony's parents had arranged a little get-together at a city restaurant—a place my parents had never set foot in before. Holly eyed their nervous shuffling with a sneer. "This place? It's a far cry from the Golden Goose Restaurant in Nebula City." She was right. It was nothing like the high-rolling days of her previous life, flush with bribe money. The wedding was a quiet affair, but every tradition was honored.

She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands. … Mom followed my wish and didn't take her own life. She faced no legal consequences because she had lost her sanity. For countless days and nights, she sat on a cramped bed in the psychiatric ward, staring blankly out the window. She kept singing something unconsciously, her voice faint and soft. Only by leaning in very close could one hear that she was singing a well-known lullaby. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

Tiny thing was skinny but healthy. Way healthier than me. I bought food, toys, and a little bed. That evening, I sat on the balcony with it in my arms, watching the sun drop. It gently licked my hand. With a cat around, life didn't feel so empty. I even cooked for it. Watching it destroy the meal made me smile. I forced down a few bites too. Having company really did make things better. I just didn't expect someone to quietly unlock my front door in the middle of the night.

" I immediately run towards her, and I was about to push her... But... It's too late. I found our body lying on the road with blood. I tried to reach out her hand even though I cant hardly move my body and my eyes are getting blurry. "J...J...Joy... Joy... Wake...up. Wake up. Joy... Wake up." I shed tears. I keep patting her hands, but she's not responding to me anymore. My eyes are getting blurry that I want to close my eyes now. However, before I could close my eyes, I saw... The door of the car opened. From inside a woman come out. I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

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