Blame This On The Misfortune Of Your Birth の小説・ストーリー

The Sins of the Father . . . It is funny how life changes in a single second, one moment you are at the top of the world , in rainbows and sunshine and the next day in a twinkle of an eye everything comes crashing down like a collapsed building, it would have been different if my misfortune were to have been caused by my own hands but rather it wasn't, and it hurts to suffer because I was the spawn of the so called enemy, I was simply paying for a crime I did not commit, the Sins of the father are passed on to the sons or rather in my case, unto the daughter.

I am seeing my doom! But, God forbid! I have done nothing wrong to merit this impending doom. I have wronged no one for fate to punish me this way. I am not a saint, I know, but for the sole reason that I did not commit that unpardonable sin and abort my child like that cursed family wanted me to, God, please pardon me and change this fate. I can never again be a victim of those people. Never again.

Help me. I don’t want to die! Someone help me! I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please he

She was giving her a warning, but the woman she gave birth to was harder than a stone. "I'm so sick of this life. I don't give a fvck if they kill me now. You don't even remember that today is Amara's birthday," she uttered, being obstinate as she marched out of the room. Amethyst remained silent with her hands crumpled under the table. She can feel her pain even if she doesn't say it to her. "We should blame our ancestors," Amara's father said. "They were the ones who chose this life for us." He added with a small hopeless smile from his lips.

“You know what? I am the one to blame here. Suit yourself. Just get out of my room.” She inhaled deeply and held her gaze. “You see, Andrea. The most regret I have is birthing you. You have such a dark heart that I fear you will bring destruction to the world. Nina was a sweet girl who loved you with all of her heart. I did wrong, but I want to believe I was pretty naive then. And I am paying for my mistakes. But you, you are just a walking bomb. Ready to blow up anyone’s life. Suppose you know what is best for you, back off. Or else you will have no one to go back to.”

he cock a brow " I don't know what you've become. You are becoming a handful every blessed day . Don't forget that you put us into this mess and the least you could do is to find a way to repair what you made us lost but all you now care about is to talk back at your parents as if we were the cause of your own problems. " "YES YOU are" he yelled " yes you are the cause of my problems. If you hadn't given birth to that bastard child of yours,Rahama wouldn't have left me. " he growled out with so much hatred

I stared down at her wishing she would say something at least so I won't be guilty anymore. "Why do I always have to fail in all I do? Why am I always being blamed for other's people fault? Why am I so unloved? Why am I so unfortunate? Any time I try to do what is right, it ends up badly. Do you think I'm a cursed child? Could I have been the reason my parents also died and left me all alone in this world?"

I feel as gloomy as ever, it isn't any different from the rest as I am reminded of all the tragic incidents that happened after my 5th birthday which started with losing snow and I still blame myself no matter how much Amara tells me that it was never my fault. I wonder what will happen today? What tragic thing fate has in store for me. Would I finally die or I would lose the woman that I hold close to my heart? I didn't tell her that it was my birthday today. She would get excited not knowing how much I hated birthdays and then she would get disappointed when she found out that this was the unluckiest day in my life and I feared that she might be affected. I might understand why my mother c

"Non meriti quello che è successo nella tua vita. Essere nato in un mondo peccaminoso e questo, tra le braccia di un fottuto gruppo di genitori di merda, vederteli portati via in così giovane età, essere rapito e tenuto lontano da l'unica persona che ti ama e si prende cura di te da un altro insieme digente incasinata, torturata mentalmente e presa da qualcuno diabolico come me," {"You don't deserve whatever has happened in your life. Being born into a sinful world and that, into the arms of a fucking set of shitty parents, having them taken away from you at such a young age, getting kidnapped and kept away from the only person that loves and cares for you by another set of fucked up people,

“Does that mean I'm going to die out here? Am I really that hopeless?" “I never said anything about anyone dying, did I?” He raised a brow. “You were born under a lucky star on an unlucky night, and that lucky star means this mark won't be the cause of your downfall.” I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to snap at him. “Would you make up your mind already?” I sighed, “One minute you're prophesying good things, and the next, you're telling me that I'm doomed to suffer a big misfortune?