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Hello dear readers! In some chapter I will post a message at the beginning with a link to a song that I think will fit well with the chapter.
Thank you for reading Aria the unlucky. She is a big mess in the beginning but she try her best.
Here is the song for this chapter (Song)
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I'm walking home slowly today. Dragging my feet, pausing a bit every time I take a step but just for the right amount of time, so it doesn't looks weird. Lucky for me, I only have one foot. I lost my left leg on car accident when I was six years old. A truck crashed against the car my father was driving. I have a good memory, so I remember every tiny detail of it. The look of terror in my mother eyes while she tries to reach me from the front seat. The tension in my father's arms as he turns the steering wheel to try to avoid the truck. The blinding lights of the truck as it collides with our car. And finally the sound of their voices as they call my name. Everything went dark after that. I spent three months in coma. Two years in physical therapy to learn to walk again. I have continued to go to therapy every Friday since then.
I'm walking slowly today because is my birthday. My sixteen birthday. It is also the anniversary of my parents' death. The rain has soaked me completely and probably ruined the slice of cake I bought by the time I reach the cemetery. Their graves are far from the entrance. It usually takes me half an hour to get there, but this time it takes longer. I don't know how much. I celebrate my birthday with them and eat the cake even though it is wet. I tell them that everything is going well, that I will soon enter high school, that grandpa takes good care of me and that I have almost 300 followers on twitch. Only the last part is true. It makes me feel a little better to say these lies out loud. For a moment they become real and I can forget the emptiness inside me. Slowly, I return home
When my grandfather wakes up to the sounds of a gunfire he finds me sitting on the sofa next to him. Not too close to pose a threat. Not too far away to look like a stranger. As usual he looks at me in confusion but I ignore him and continue to watch the TV until he speaks. Always the same questions. Who am I?. Why he doesn't remember me?. He tells me that he has no granddaughter. He asks me about his son. About Henry. My father. I tell him he's off defending our country, so we can be proud of him. And I keep talking. I tell him of his achievements. The people he has saved, how happy he makes my mother, Maria, and that he will be back soon, in just a few days.
He calms down and I persuade him to go to his room to sleep. I do the same. Before I close the door to my room, I wait for him to get into bed. Our rooms are opposite each other. This time he turns around before going into his room and looks at me one more time. He smiles.
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"Oh, Aria... A-Are you going to sleep already?"
I nod "It's late grandpa"
"Yes.. Yes it is. Good night then sweetheart. Happy birthday."
I have to use all my willpower to speak without bursting into tears. "Thank you Grandpa. See you tomorrow" He nod and goes to bed. Another lie.
I close the door in a hurry and throw myself on the bed. I finally burst into tears on the pillow so he can't hear my cries. I'm not sad, I'm happy. Not only has he remembered me, he also remembered my birthday. It's the first time in three years.
It's the best present I could ever ask for.
I need almost an hour to regain my composure. I switch on the computer and start my stream. Today is my last day. If all goes well, I'll make it to the challenger. I take out my notebook in which I have written down all the information about my potential rivals. I know their schedules, countries of origin, local insults, favorite champions... Basically all the information you can get online if you don't mind feeling like a stalker. I don't. I do what I must to win in this game. Is my life. Once I reach challenger I will take the gun under my bed and end this. My father used to say that "Life is hard but we are harder". I know he will hate me for this but I just can do this another fucking day. Every day I have to fight to get up of bed. Every day I have to fight to fall asleep. Every day I have to fight. For ten fucking years.
Of course the enemy team is the worst possible combination of people I could face. My team has picked the wrong champions. It doesn't matter. First I have to play the players. Not only in the enemy team but also the ones on mine. I used whatever I can to persuade them to play as a team. I have to use a voice modulator so the don't know I am a girl. Then I focus the most dangerous champion on the enemy team and I go to his lane. The game last for nearly forty minutes but I end up winning. The few people that follow my stream celebrate my victory. I am happy for them.I have finally reached challenger. My biggest and last achievement. I not really happy for it but I know everything will end soon. A feeling of freedom start filing me. It feels... nice. I thank everyone in my stream, apologize for leaving so soon and turn off the computer.
I go under the bed and pick up the old revolver from my grandpa. I have made sure is clean and that the bullets work. I leave only one bullet in the barrel of the revolver and I make it spin as hard as I can so that I don't know where the bullet is. One last game before I leave. I put the gun pointing to my head and pull the trigger.
The metallic sound of the hammer echos in my ears. CLICK (1/6)
Nothing.
I pull again. CLICK (2/6)
Nothing.
Again. CLICK (3/6)
Nothing.
Again! I start to sweat. CLICK (4/6)
Nothing.
AGAIN!. I scream inside my mind. CLICK (5/6)
Nothing.
Of course. Lucky me. It had to be the last bullet. I gulp. Not knowing what will happen when you pull the trigger was easier than knowing that when I pull it, I will die.
I close my eyes. I press the gun hard against my temple. Tears begin to fall down my face.
"I'm sorry grandpa." I whisper as the hand holding the gun begins to tremble.
"I'm sorry mom." I whisper as my finger rests back on the trigger.
"I'm sorry daddy." I whisper and finally pull the trigger.
CLICK