Rema

"Ahhh......." I shouted and woke up from sleep. This is up to 10 times I've been having nightmares. My head was seriously pounding. Ever since Mom died I've been having difficulty sleeping. I really want to die. What is the need of me living when I don't have the love of a father.

The pain of having a dad but yet it's as if you don't have anyone. Why is my life so full of pain? I tried sleeping but no sleep was coming.

I stood up up from my bed and walked out of the room. I walked closer to the pool and sat down.

The memories came back and fresh tears slipped down my cheeks.

"I hate you so much Rema, you killed your mother, you bastard child. Go join your mother in the grave." Those words made me cry louder.....

How can my dad hate me so much? He said I killed mom how? Ever since Mom died, he had blamed her death on me and called me several bad names.

I really wish someone will heal my heart and also free me from this pain. But I know it's not gonna be possible cus I don't think I will be able to wait that long. Even when Mom was alive, Dad hated me but now that Mom is dead, dad has made it clear that I am his enemy.

I wish all this pain will go away.

                    Lyka 

I woke up the next morning and hurriedly took a bath. I dressed up hurriedly and trekked to my work place. I have no money to take a cab so I have to trek all the way.

I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lyka, 19 years old. My parents are dead and I have no one. I'm left all alone in this world. I earn a living in a restaurant where I am headed to. Life has been difficult for me and painful. I'm always bullied in school cus they know that I'm on scholarship in a rich man's school.

People say I am beautiful but I think otherwise because what is the use of beauty if you have no one that appreciates it.

I have a feeling that by next session I will have a saviour and I hope it will come pass.

I got to the restaurant and signed in and started working.

           A week later...........

                          Rema 

I sat down on the dining table and ate slowly. Dad sat opposite me and acted as if I wasn't there.

I'm feeling uncomfortable, it's as if I'm a stranger in this house.

The maid poured orange juice in a glass cup and set it before Dad. She winked at me and Dad rolled his eyes in disgust. I felt so pained.

Everyone in this house likes me except my own father.

"Dad, can you please tell me why you hate me so much?" I asked after the maid left.

He gazed at me for long before he sighed and pressed his phone.

"Dad?......... I need an answer." I shouted.

"Did you just shout at me?" He asked.

"I'm sorry but I need an answer please."

"I have nothing to say to you Rema, you are a wicked child and a beast. I hate you so much. I wish you were the one that died instead of your mom."

I sat rooted on the chair as he spoke those words to me. I looked at him but he didn't show any sign of remorse for what he said. I felt so heavy as tears almost blinded me. I stood up immediately and ran out of the house.