Oh before I forget my name is Leane Ever. So hate this situation right now. I’m outside in the rain because an argument with my mother. Who is also mad at my father because of some small thing such as what he was watching on his phone or tv. She doesn’t approve of it and she got mad at me for I’m always writing my own little stories in my free time. I write when I have lunch break at school, or when I have free time at home. Or during church hours at our church. My mother is the gullible type towards such things. So she calls it a sin and such since I don’t listen to her. But who would want to listen to the pastor preach about his life story of how he hates society and that they too should turn towards God for the greater good.
So here I am sitting here in the swing at the park in tears. Though my favorite things are novels, mangas and animes. It doesn’t help at this current time. My mom is also old fashioned in some ways. If you argue back to her she’d get mad and hit you back saying your not her child or a demon possessing her kid. It angers me that she wants me to not be myself. To act like someone else, if she didn’t pressure us so much my siblings wouldn’t have moved out as they did. Yep so much hate for her even if she’s our mother. An full grown adult yet she plays the victim card oh so well that my brother’s believe her. Even though they themselves experienced it once when they lived with us.
It annoys me how old cultured my mother is that she hits me and my siblings if we talked back. But them being boys they had more strength to fight back against her. I’m now 15 years old and sitting here in the rain in tears since we had a fight earlier. She hit me with the metal part of the broom on my leg and punched me a few times for stating the facts that she’s just being gullible towards the pastor who she’s says is right.
I mean who would want to listen to a hypocrite who just speaks nonsense about his dislikes in society. Or if he comments other families when they do something but when he does it he’s in the right. An example was he was saying how it’s wrong for them to go squirrel hunting when it’s in season instead of going to attend church. But when he goes deer hunting occasionally he doesn’t pop up at church for months. Then there’s his idiotic lecture on saying how he wanted us to be a slave to our God only not to society.
Hearing that I scoffed as if, were born into society the moment we’re babies. As if we can fight it, plus religion comes second in our life. The list goes on but most people get my point. It’s not often my mother beats me. It’s only if I argue back. My so called brothers get mad at me too if I don’t respond back to them. But me growing up I grew up knowing to try to keep my mouth shut when they lectured me. Since any and all words I say back at them just angers them more. I guess I can understand why I’m more free and caring towards my friend.
I know others have it worst than me but it annoys me that the fact I’m hurt by my own mother’s actions and choices more often than not. Yes I know for a fact I’m mentally unstable around my mother. It’s also because of her that I’m more mature than kids my age. She’s never home much until night time. She does labor in the day time and comes home late at night around 8 or 9 pm. My father works in the factory at 1 am until 9 am. He’s tired but helps my mother in the day time. It’s also why I don’t see him often.
She’s not wrong that my siblings and I hate her due to her being so overbearing when it comes to religion and old traditions. It annoys me to no end how a sexist she can be saying girls all have to do chores in the house men are expected to work only.
Family, as if that’d work out. My current family has miscommunication disorder. Hah, my family sides with my mother anything she says is right. Well father had a fight with her. Actually argument but she’s saying how I’m in the wrong for as well as my father. So here I am on the swing when it’s raining. Sitting her and laughing at my own stupidness for not being able to say anything. Even if I said something who’d listen to some idiotic 15 year old teenage girl. I mean at school, I’m the bright cheerful person who barely has passing grades at 3.0 G.P.A and has to try hard to keep it there.
Ha, my mother’s trying to act like a mom. All for reputation and face value. How others see her, or to be correct how our aunts and church members see here. I’m the embarrassment of the family to her. The 2nd youngest in my family yet the one they least like. Whom they say is spoiled (supposedly my older brothers’ view of it)
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but the one who’s really spoil is my little brother who’s 10 years younger than me.
Not all things have gone perfectly for me either. I’m not ignorant nor am I so prideful that I’d boast about myself. I’m blunt which my own mother hates. Loyal to my friends, kind to others but to my own family I’m distant. Due to my mom isolating me as well, my little brother is into shooting games though. All due to my older brothers introducing it to him.
My only wish is a family that care about each other. Not at odds with each other, nor too religious that they can barely depend on each other. I want a family who’d understand that I can be me without trying to force me to be emotionless like a doll without a free will. My mom tries to always force her ways and rules on me. Saying how me reading too much mangas, and light novels is a sin. Or that me locking myself in my room because I don’t know how to interact without her exploding at me.
I think I heard thunder not to faraway. Yes I know I shouldn’t even be out here. I’m far from perfect due to my family. In fact I’m always emotionally in pain due to my mother. It’s also why I’m more sensitive to words than anything else. If there was truly a God would I have to go through this pain called life. I’m neither kind nor am I saint. I also wish someone give my parents at least some common sense on how to act.
Yet I know I can’t go back into the house or else she’d yell at me for being out in the rain. I know it’s my home but, does she have to take her daily stress out on me. If you’re gonna act more like a child than us why have a child. That’s what I wanna ask her. Even back in elementary she threaten me and my brothers that shed one day run away from us all because she didn’t want to suffer from us kids not caring about her.
Wow, the sound seemed a bit too close for comfort. Yes it’s still raining out here. But I can’t help but go into deep thought. Sure I love the rain and all but the lightning and thunder is something I don’t like. I know for a fact that the girls in my family from my mother’s side easily gets depressed due to marriage. Me, I’m just stressed and sad at how she takes things out on me. She only beats me up if talk back to her though. Which I don’t do often since I had my brothers as examples when I was younger.
It would seem that I finally got angry enough at her and yelled back some so called facts at her. As to why my brothers moved out. Which made her hit me in response. My eyes widen when I saw the tree near me light up in flames. Yes it was from the lightning hitting it and me hearing it so close scared me. I’m still sitting in the swing. If I know my friend’s house I’d be there instead of here. Then I felt everything go black around me as I heard a loud booming noise. Oh that can’t be good. I can’t feel my body on the swing anymore. So shouldn’t have sat in the ran here in the park swing.
That all explains what happened in my life so far so here I am in this dark space. In front of this white figure in a tuxedo, who looks like handsome young guy who’s in his mid 30s. Too bad he’s not exactly my type either.
“Hello I’m sorry for saying this but you weren’t supposed to die.”
Right and you’re now stating the obvious in front of me. Not that I wanted to do that. My whole life was so melodramatic and full of drama from a full grown adult women who acted more bratty than a brat. Not my fault I was raised by my brothers when she’s working. Though it did develop me to hate most men in general due to my brothers. Well one of them was okay but he had moved out of town to stay as far away from our mother.
“Geez, cool the hating mode of yours. Right I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Neo, a minor angel put in charge of the reincarnation process by God. Though not the one that you guys know of. After all each universe only has 1 God assigned into that sector and they don’t really interfere with lives.”
And yet they have so many brain dead idiots to worship them. Yay to idiots (sarcasm).
“So that being said I’ll give you a 2nd chance at life but in one of the higher worlds. Right I won’t explain how that works but I’ll put you in the 2nd highest. Which is the Worlds which you can move through other worlds through portals. Right I nearly forgot different worlds have different time eras so do be careful if you do end up falling in a portal. I won’t know where you end up as I’m only in charge of reincarnating you to a better place as an apology. I can’t choose your setting nor race. So there’s no promises of a better life. I hope you have a better life than your last one.”
Instead I nodded to him though I don’t really have a body now but he did seem to be nervous as if he was sorry. As I feel like I’m falling he says something that stunned even me.
“As I can’t do much, I’ll at least send you a gift to help you.”
Thanks Neo, as I was envelope by the warm darkness around me as I fell. Which I’m guessing is gonna be me being reborn. I wonder if I’ll feel an mother’s real concern and warmth. I just hope they aren’t as messed up as my previous mother. My father was kinda understanding but he doesn’t involve himself unless it involves himself into the picture. Hopefully they’re not too crazy into a religion like my previous one is.