-Chapter 1: Gomen-

For the past 11 1/2 years, I've been living in this miserable world. I lived my life as normal as I possibly could...but none of it was normal. For I new the truth... I new it. They just didn't know... I found out by accident, it wasn't intentional. It was on that day when it struck me...

*Age of 6*

I was running down the hall to find my father in his office. I wanted to play with him soo much.

"Daddy, can you pwwwease play with-" I started to say, but then stopped. He was screaming and I can tell that he was absolutely irritated. As a child, I was bound to be curious and nosy. Putting my nose into something where it doesn't belong. I peaked through the gap in between the half opened doors and listened....quietly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T FIND THE CURE? FOR MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER, I HIRED YOU! YET YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO WHAT I'VE REQUESTED? I'm telling you by the end of this week if you haven't found the cure yet, you'll be FIRED. FIRED - YOU HEAR ME?!"

There was a long pause... I grew tired and decided to return to my room. I'll go play with daddy later, I thought. As I was about to leave... something struck me....

"STOP SPOUTING NONSENSE! MY DAUGHTER ISN'T GOING TO DIE BY THE AGE OF 21!!"

I was stunned. I stopped in my tracks and rewinded his words back and forth. Sure I was little - I didn't get the details, but I knew what it meant. I proceeded to go to my bedroom. I lied on my bed for several hours. Not knowing how to respond to what my father had said. So I did what most kids would probably do. I decided to pretend like I've never heard a thing.

All my life, it has always been me and my father. I didn't know what my mother was like because... well- she died of the disease too. It's not a contagious disease, just a genetic one. My mother died within the first few minutes of me breathing in this world. Even though I've never met her, looking at her old pictures or at other kids with their mother- made me yearn for a loving mother.

As time went by my father became more irritated and impatient. But he will always comfort me saying

"Annalise dear, you'll be cured soon" and smiles at me.

Even though I clearly know that it was all a lie. Besides, he was the one needing comfort not me. I've seen many doctors, in and out of the door. One by one they all leave, none having a clue or a cure to this mysterious disease. They come in and the next second they leave. Not long after, my father grew hopeless and soon enough he. lost. his. sanity...

He was then sent to the physiatrist hospital for help. It was my fault... I'm the one to blame. I knew that, even at the young age.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I tired to say, but nothing changed.... I repeated it countless times hoping and wishing that I can just rewind the past. But no matter how much I hope, wished, or begged. It led me no where but to the miserable reality.

"Gomen, Gomen dad... Sorry for being such a curse."

That was the last thing I've said to my father... Sorry.

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Author: Thanks y'all for reading! This is gonna be a really short story with really no "ending." Hope y'all enjoy :)

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