It's the year 2010. The name's Elena.
I was still a teenager while you were reading this. I turned seventeen today on the fifth of March and I couldn't help but wish that eighteen come as soon as possible. On the lonely, starstruck birthday that I celebrated alone, I made a wish and a prayer that the God would listen to me and turn this unstoppable clock forward as quick as a man could blink his eyes. Just the split second so that I just had to blink my eyes for a few times before realizing that somehow it was already the year 2011, and it was the 5th of March. Where I would be a legal age, and I could grin beneath my flowing, flooded tears alone like one crazy girl, and packed every each of my clothes in one huge bag, booked a ticket and fly off the plane to somewhere out of the state. Somewhere I could start a new life with beautiful smiles and heart-beating calmly. Somewhere not peace, but just safe. Somewhere where I didn't have to hide. Somewhere I knew I could be awake and alive.
I couldn't wait anymore. I was getting more and more exhausted everyday living like a not-so-cared-daughter, a not-so-social-teenager, a not-so-bright-girl-alive and worst was that I had a job that was a not-so-dream-like-but-more-than-like-being-prison-in-a-hell. Except that, it wasn't hell. It was a cell. A prison. Believe it or not, I had the worst job out there for a teenager to get, and I didn't know what happen to my line of luck or the letter of my fate but it seemed that this job had became one of the strongest impact I ever had in my life.
God, please. Do I have to stay here longer? I couldn't wait for more to be a legal age and get out of this horrible life. I got so tired watching the same violence everyday and listening to every sick moaned and harsh groaning everyday. My heart burn with every angst and anger as possible but there was nothing I could do. I was only a girl who waits for the best time to find an escape route. I was only a girl who had actually able to survive through every violence given, and taken, but no one knows how much I wanted freedom from all this pain and suffering.
I wanted to go out there into the fresh air and be as normal as I could. Be a girl that could find the true meaning of happiness and the real life reality. I wanted to find real friends, and real love. I wanted to find real freedom where I could fly without any objections or problems...
I could die if I was to be working in there any longer. I never wish for watching to every of those bloodshot scene, and never did I ask for one. Will you please?
Give me a miracle....
I was still a teenager while you were reading this. I turned seventeen today on the fifth of March and I couldn't help but wish that eighteen come as soon as possible. On the lonely, starstruck birthday that I celebrated alone, I made a wish and a prayer that the God would listen to me and turn this unstoppable clock forward as quick as a man could blink his eyes. Just the split second so that I just had to blink my eyes for a few times before realizing that somehow it was already the year 2011, and it was the 5th of March. Where I would be a legal age, and I could grin beneath my flowing, flooded tears alone like one crazy girl, and packed every each of my clothes in one huge bag, booked a ticket and fly off the plane to somewhere out of the state. Somewhere I could start a new life with beautiful smiles and heart-beating calmly. Somewhere not peace, but just safe. Somewhere where I didn't have to hide. Somewhere I knew I could be awake and alive.
I couldn't wait anymore. I was getting more and more exhausted everyday living like a not-so-cared-daughter, a not-so-social-teenager, a not-so-bright-girl-alive and worst was that I had a job that was a not-so-dream-like-but-more-than-like-being-prison-in-a-hell. Except that, it wasn't hell. It was a cell. A prison. Believe it or not, I had the worst job out there for a teenager to get, and I didn't know what happen to my line of luck or the letter of my fate but it seemed that this job had became one of the strongest impact I ever had in my life.
God, please. Do I have to stay here longer? I couldn't wait for more to be a legal age and get out of this horrible life. I got so tired watching the same violence everyday and listening to every sick moaned and harsh groaning everyday. My heart burn with every angst and anger as possible but there was nothing I could do. I was only a girl who waits for the best time to find an escape route. I was only a girl who had actually able to survive through every violence given, and taken, but no one knows how much I wanted freedom from all this pain and suffering.
I wanted to go out there into the fresh air and be as normal as I could. Be a girl that could find the true meaning of happiness and the real life reality. I wanted to find real friends, and real love. I wanted to find real freedom where I could fly without any objections or problems...
I could die if I was to be working in there any longer. I never wish for watching to every of those bloodshot scene, and never did I ask for one. Will you please?
Give me a miracle....
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