Choke Me Please

When I was fourteen, I started writing poems and I wrote them in a note book, I filled it up and bought a new note book.

I am surprised that I start making a dialogue scenes and then I discovered that I can write stories, my first genre is mystery and romance.

It used to take me two hours, forgetting to eat until Mama got mad at me. They saw the poems I was making. I was scolded, saying that the notebook I was writing on could still be used next year.

My face was hard, I didn't listen and I continued. My aunt who was abroad gave me a phone and that's when I started writing on the reading platform.

My parents are mad, why was it given to me when Drew is the one who deserves to be given a phone instead of me.

Mama burned all of my notebooks where my writings and poems were, I cried a lot that night. I thought that was the end of my crying, but they do the worst. The phone was taken back that they didn't give it to.

I tried to resist, but they did everything that would make it difficult and hurt me, they broke the phone where I was writing. So that there is no more benefit because there is no point in what I am doing.

At that time, I felt like my wings had been clipped. Honestly, I don't care about the fame. I just want to write everything. All the pain and resentment I have in life can be released by writing.

I am a good daughter. Even though they made me feel different and worthless, I never thought of ruining my life and being a pervert in their lives.

They make me feel that they don't want me at all, it hurts. But I can't do anything, I'm here and they are my family. I was patient, no matter what I did hidden in my savings, they took it.

Until I reached sixteen. I worked as a vendor at the market whenever I didn't have school, because my parents rarely gave me money and they were starting to give Drew luxuries.

Even if they embarrass me in front of our relatives and compare me to my brother, I let it go, maybe when I prove something, all of this will change.

I saved for six months, finally Mom and Dad gave me a phone, because Drew said he wasn't interested in it.

I was so happy, I felt like they were changing the way they treated me, but when I was comfortable, they took it back without a second thought.

Drew suddenly wanted the phone and needed it. I even gave Mom and Dad what I had saved from my work and I quit selling at the market.

At that time, I felt singled out and used. They know that I have saved, what I saved they bought expensive clothes and shoes for Drew, and tangina. I didn't have a penny left.

Ever since that day, I was impressed that I would never give more to them and that I would put myself first now. I applied to be a service crew at a fast food chain and was accepted, I even borrowed money from my aunt and it was good that I was entertained.