Stuck Love With My Student

Anna's POV

It was night and the atmosphere seemed to be dull. I had just finished another day's numerous chores. My legs and hands ache a lot and I feel weak every passing minute. The birds of the air chirped and sang melodiously, flying high above with no worries. I smiled sadly at them, wishing I was one at the moment. I feel jealous of the birds knowing they do not have worries that could hinder their freedom and happiness. My uncle had just retired to bed and I feel so grateful for that at the moment. The stars in the sky shined so bright and I wonder if they also have worries of their own. The breeze blew gently and for a moment, I felt the coldness as my wound hurt again. I wished I was never a weak omega, I mean, I could have healed myself with my powers and not wait for the wound to heal itself with time. Staring at the wound on my feet, I knew it was not going to heal up anytime soon. Sighing tiredly, I stood up calling it a night. My uncle, a feared man, lay comfortably on the bed as I walked down to my room. The door creaked open and I found my way to the bed which looked old enough to be my grandmother's age-mate. Laying down, I felt the pain resurfacing coupled with the fact that the bed is so bad that it causes backache and body pain. It needed to be changed but who could I have told about it? My uncle? Oh please, he does not even have the consciousness that I existed, talk more of caring for and about me. Thank goodness he even allowed me in, providing shelter for me. Having no choice, I picked up the ragged blanket to finally sleep on the floor. I shrieked in pain as my leg hit the weak bedstand. The coldness of the bare floor hit me as I laid down and for a moment, I wished I had a power of any sort that could take away these pains. With tears cascading down my cheeks like a flowing river, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Splash…I opened my eyes swiftly as the cold water hit the pores of my skin. I moved my eyes sideways and realized it was morning already. Wait, so fast?

“Are you done looking around? Do you have a death wish?”. I looked up to behold the scornful look on my uncle's face.

“When you are done daydreaming, get something to do with your useless life. Having to wake you up this morning, I hope my day does not go bad”. He said angrily as he closed the door rashly. Oh Lord, have mercy on the weak door.

His words reminded me that it was another day to continue with the harsh reality of life.

Taking the basket, I walked hurriedly to the market to get things my uncle had written down for me to get. Standing amongst others in the queue, the man standing in front of me turned, looking back at me. Instantly, I could hear everyone's hushed tones and I gently bowed down staring at nothing in particular, waiting for my turn.

“I do not have the fruit you asked for”, the fruit seller said. Thinking she was mistaken, I repeated what I wanted again and she looked at me with disdain.

“Are your ears now blocked? You want me to sell for you this early morning and lose customers. Look behind you, four customers left already. Please, get lost”, she shouted angrily and I immediately got out of the queue. The rest of the customers looked at me mockingly and yes I refused to let the tears drop down, I was used to it anyway.

One, two, three, four, five and six. This would be the seventh shop I would be getting to without being attended to. How do I go back to telling my uncle I was unable to get what he sent me to buy? This eighth shop is my only hope right now.

“Anna, it's you. I'm so sorry but I cannot sell anything to you at the moment. the seller said.