A hue too blue to you.

In literature, the teacher talks about how powerful words can be. I can't disagree to that. The teacher talks about how words can be some kind of chain that pins us down. That, I can disagree to that.

Words aren't chains to me; it's puppet strings. Wherever that woman wants me to be, I have to be there. Want to learn music? No. Photography? Never. Even sketching is not okay. Everything is burnt along with my dreams and hopes to be free.

It's a neverending cycle of puppet play. And it's not even for the audience but for the puppeteer herself.

"I'm home." I said, with lack of enthusiasm, when I get home.

A shrill voice sounded in the house. "You still have the guts to go home? You, what stupidity did you do again this time?! You joined a theater club!! I received a call from that teacher handling that club! What kind of stupid club is that?! I told you to focus on your studies, not to waste your time and my money at school!! Quickly call them back and quit! Whose money, house and food are you using! Don't you disobey me!"

Another barrage of words disdaining my choices in my life. I only wanted to feel free for a little. I don't plan to disobey. I can't even have a friend that woman didn't choose. Why is it so hard to live?

I remembered the words of my last friend, "Let's not become friends. Your mom is a demon. She even threatened my family. But... I'm just worried about you. Will you be fine?"

No. I'm not fine. I'm not fine but I told you I am fine. You know I'm only pretending but why did you leave me? No. I shouldn't blame it on others. Maybe, mom is right. I don't worth anything, if it's not because of her.

But I don't know why, looking at mom with her terrible look. I jut can't help thinking I don't want this kind of life anymore.

"What?! Why are you staring at me stupidly?? You think you can fend for yourself, if I'm not here?!"

With those words, I bowed my head in defeat. Let go of the school bag I'm carrying, which always felt like boulder to me, and run away from home. Far from that woman. I can hear her shrill voice but I didn't turn back.

I ran and ran 'til I get tired and took a rest on a rooftop of an abandoned building. Looking at the night sky and the city night so alive. Looking down at the ground from the building. My heart beat sped up. I finally felt that somehow I know how I could be free.

I stood on top of the stone fence of the rooftop. With a fast beating heart and a smile I never knew I'm still capable, I jumped.

I felt how the puppet strings on my body come undone on its own as I fall and with a smile, I realised...