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My tears are flowing fast like Niagara falls. It is very difficult to stop crying when you are so frustrated and sad at the same time.

Leaving is the best option I have right now.

I am disgusted by my parents' endless fighting. And Staying in the same house with them is even more annoying.

Sometimes I just wish that I wasn't here in this family. Sometimes I just wish they weren't my parents.

Every time I see a happy family around anywhere I get jealous. I wonder if I will ever experience having a happy family. A family that doesn't fight, understands each other, helps each other, loves each other. The one without a fight. When will I experience that?

I am their only child. Well, only left to them. My brother is gone, he left for the same reason—He was annoyed by the constant fighting between our parents.

And I won't even think twice about leaving. I'm old enough to leave, and I can support myself. I will do everything just to get out of this hellish place.

I can still hear my parents downstairs, fighting, and exchanging tantrums. While I'm packing my things. I'm leaving, and Never coming back. Final.

When will they grow up?

I don't know why they always fight. All I know is that they both cheated. They only think about themselves, they are like kids.

Others said that they wouldn't get married if it wasn't for business. Yes, arrangement is the only reason why my brother and I lived.

My parents regretted what happened, meaning they regretted that we lived. We are the result.

We also regret why they became our parents, so everything is fair. But everything is also annoying.

I came down with some luggage. I see the living room which is very messy, and very noisy, because of my parents. They are still fighting like sort of cat and dog fight.

I wiped the tears that traveled down my cheeks. I headed to the double doors to get out of this demonic place and live a peaceful life alone.

Heading out, I heard Rita's Voice, "Where are you going, Ma'am?" she asked. She's one of the maids here. The maid who bothered to ask is better than my parents who didn't even notice me.

I smiled at her, "Just a vacation, Rita," I lied.

She was pale, as if she was also afraid of my parents' fight.

She nodded, "When will you come back? Shall I tell your parents? Where—" I cut her off.

I took a deep breath, "Don't even bother telling my parents, they don't care anyway." I said.  "I don't know when I'll come back here, Rita. By the way, Rita, you are free to leave this house whenever you want, okay? don't even think twice about leaving this place, ignore my parents. Let them hurt each other. That's their love language, I guess. I'll be back." I lied again on the last word.

After saying goodbye to Rita, I went straight to my car. I put my luggage inside, and went straight to nowhere.

To be honest, I don't really know where I'm going yet. I don't have any friends, I don't have any relatives either, my parents are both only children, so if I get into trouble, I don't really have anyone to run to.

What did my former self ask for? Did she ask to be unlucky? How bad was my life before? Why do I have to ask for such a miserable life then? Or, was I the poorest person in the world before? Maybe? Because maybe I asked to be rich but forgot to ask to have a good family? I'm so confused about this life.

I can just rent a place to live far away from them, a place where they won't know I'm there, and I hope it's peaceful. I can't go to my parents' resthouse because they might visit there, what's the point of running away if I'm going to show up later, right?

I sped up my car even though no one was chasing me. It's like my problem is being blown away by the wind, if I drive faster, maybe it will all be blown away.

My eyes watered because of what I suddenly remember. Have my parents hugged me at the same time? Because I don't even have a memory of them hugging me. Or, I think it was just a maid who took care of me back then. I don't think I've even tasted breast milk. Whether it was mom or dad who heard the first word I mentioned, I think our Maid is still the witness to my first word.

I shook my head, "Don't think about what needs to be forgotten, Windy!" I said to myself.

I wiped away my tears. After I wiped away my tears, I suddenly saw a person in front of my car. Afraid of running over the person, I swerved the car to avoid the person in front, unfortunately I bumped into the guardrails. First, I feel nothing but later on I feel something hurt, and I was slowly getting weak and losing consciousness.

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