Underneath The Riptide

Life can be a mixture of two different battles, whether we like it or not, we still got no choice but to live despite our hard times. It can either be good or bad, or maybe a mixture of both and even sometimes, it's plain cruelty alone that we need to withstand. Living is quite difficult for me, meeting standards, pleasing everyone, faking smile and being ignored by the person whom I thought I can spare a life. As the air swifts my place, a sudden tear falls under my eyelids. I then sniff, wiping the single tear — confuse on what to feel today while watching a batch of men, rolling down a coffin where a person was laid under. "Brie," I look at the person who holds my shoulder, caressing my back as if she's telling me that everything's going to be alright. But who am I to kid? Who am I to fool myself? I know better than this and eversince, the word 'alright' didn't take place throughout my years in life. "It seems like it will rain any min

I woke up the next morning feeling a little heavy on the top of my head. I then realized that I slept on the floor last night and my hand is even covered with red paint. Wanting to check my face, I stand up and went on the mirror and found how miserable I am.I stare at the mirror for another minutes of my life and realize I shouldn't be this way again just because of that news from yesterday.I can do this. I can find a way and maybe working can do a thing? Or I can just sell this house! This cost plenty and this will resolve my issues. But what about my sister? She will be in complete chaos when I sell this house. Madeline was raise up here and she has so many great memories with them.I sighed.My relatives can't surely help. I persuaded myself sadly and was about to walk inside the bathroom when I step on a piece of sheet on the floor. My forehead creases at the sight of the canvas cloth from last nigh

I scan the two tickets with the band's logo as a seal. My smile just couldn't be drawn away from my face thinking how things works. I was just looking up at them last night and now, I will be seeing them a week from now.Damn, I even feel so envious last night because I couldn't see them for the first time now that they are back in the country. In my five years of living with their music and those boys, I haven't got the chance to take a peek of them and got no choice but to stare at them in my phone's screen. Why can I do? I was jailed in my whole life and I haven't got the freedom to be a normal teen. I was trying to enjoy myself inside our huge house and without anything nor someone I can address as a shoulder to lean on.But then, I got friends in college already unlike highschool — Meriam is only what I've got that time and Jeannette happened."Jeannette..." I made a crying face while still scanning the tickets