Unfair

How life treated you was highly unbearable. Was there anyone who could help you, anyone?

The rain increased terribly and the memory of what happened months ago flashed through your head

"Y/N are you okay?" Aunt Pamela asked within your thinking

"I..... I just wish my father will never ever disturb me again... I wish my life wasn't like this" tears fell from your eyes freely but the rain overshadowed the pains, what else can you do? Life was acting unfair

"Listen y/n, sometimes there are dark days, blues and also when some people are faced with heavy decisions, they will choose the most expedient option" she said with consideration

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm trying to say don't push the fact that in life there are good and bad times, not everyday will always make you laugh, and also not everyday will make you cry" she held your shoulders saying all those words

"Then what do you really mean by the expedient option?" Your voice was filled with saddness chocking slightly

"The likely to be useful or helpful choice for a purpose..... Y/N, life can never sometimes be fair at all times, I have lived a life filled with torture and destructive reality, nothing ever made me give up or stop the journey. But I tell you, yours haven't started" her words made you feel down, scared and sorrowful

But in all that, Aunt Pamela was right, life can't just be fair forever and also.....

Yours haven't started