Lily

All Rights Reserved ยฉ

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE
Lily's pov
Well, have people ever told you that a child is a gift to parents directly from God. I think you all must have but not me because my parents hate me the most in the most. Sometimes I wish, I can be with my grandmother. She was the only person who showed any affection towards me. I just wonder sometimes that what it is truly meant to loved and.....
Mmmm
I think I forgot to tell you about myself. So, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Lily Collin and I just turned 18 years, a month ago. My parents are Emmett And Julia Collin. My father is the owner of a medical store which is just across the street from our house and my mother is homemaker. I have got 3 siblings, all boys. The eldest one is John who is 24 years old and is a college dropout, who don't do anything, just sits in the house and is drunk most of the time. Then there is Alex who is 20 years old and is drunkard too but at least he have a simple job at a cafe. And then the youngest one is Tom who is 16 years old and is in high school.
At last, there was my grandmother who loved me the most. She would always tell me that while she was pregnant with my father, how she always wished it be a daughter but unfortunately that didn't happen. She was only person who had ever shown motherly feelings towards me. Yup! Was and had showed. My guardian angel, my grandmother passed away 4 years ago and now, I had no one in my life to love me.
After, my grandmother's death, my beloved family got an upper hand on me and showered me with enormous love (Sarcasm included). It was like they all were waiting for her death. When my grandmother was alive, my parents and siblings would be disgusted in my present, would make faces at me but never abused me. After she was gone, they became abusive. It was just few slaps at first but as I became older and older, things started getting worse.
My family had even abusing ever since. I was never allowed to call my parents mom and dad, I was supposed to call them sir and madame or I will get a hard beating from them. I was not more than a maid to them.
It is my duty to wake up at 4 O' clock in the morning, clean the house, prepare breakfast and make preparations for lunch, without disturbing anyone's sleep. If I ever disturbed anyone's sleep, I would get hit by my father's belt and would be locked and starved in my room for two days.
Tom, the youngest sibling was the one I liked a little bit because he had never abused me physically. It was just some tantrums and called me by names. At least he showed some humanity towards me while rest of the family treated me like trash.
So, this is my fucked up life. I just wonder sometimes that what I ever did to make my parents, the people who brought me into this world and siblings, the family who was supposed to love and protect me from the world, hate me so much. What I ever did to make God himself hate me so much.
I really wished my grandmother would be here so that I can again feel compassion, love, get treated like a princess and be spoilt.
Or
At least I can die and be with her.
****
"You fucking bitch. Come down here at one instance." My mother shouted. Leaving all my work, I rushed down the stairs towards the kitchen, to see what mistake I had done. As soon as I reached the kitchen, I got a hard slap across my face and fell down on the floor. Then I saw the kitchen floor covered in the chicken soup I made early that day for dinner.
"How irresponsible of you to leave such a hot pan on the edge of the counter." She shouted at me.
"You did it on purpose or you don't have enough brain to put things properly."
"I left the pan on the stove not on the counter. So how it can be my fault." I murmured slowly. But she heard it.
"What did you say!!." I realized that I have fucked up.
"So you are saying I am a liar. "
"No, I didn't mean it like that. "
"Stop back answering me you bitch. Looks like you have grown little wings. Let me cut them and teach you a lesson that you never dare to back answer anyone in my house." She shouted at me with rage.
Before I can answer her, she grabbed the broom from the corner of the kitchen and started hitting me with it. I curled up into a small ball on the floor. She kept hitting me for few minutes. Then she stopped and shouted at me.
"Clean this mess immediately and return to your room as soon as possible and don't show your face untill tomorrow morning. And you are starving till then. Understood?"
"Yes madame." I replied in slow voice.
As soon as I cleaned the floor, I rushed into my room and locked the door behind me. I back was covered in my blood so I went inside my bathroom and filled the tub with water. Stripping out of my clothes, I grabbed my small blade from under the sink and cut my wrist. I have been cutting myself for last 4 years. After I was done doing the cut, I submerged myself completely inside water. After I was short of breath, I pulled myself out, cleaned myself and went back into my room. Wearing an oversized hoodie and an pajamas, I grabbed my phone, plugged in earphones and layed on my bed and listed to "Wonder by Shawn Mendes" at highest volume. Listening to songs is my escape from this torturous world. It is one of my hidden talents, which I hid from everyone, is singing. So I slowly start to sing the song in my low voice.
"I wonder if I'm being real
Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?
I wonder, wouldn't it be nice
To live inside a world that isn't black or white?
I wonder what it's like to be my friends
Hope that they don't think I'll forget that about them
I wonder
I wonder

Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like to be loved by

I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will end up alright
I wonder
I wonder

Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
I wonder what it's like to be loved by

Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you"
Every time I hear this song, I realize that all the wishes I have, are beaded in this song. I just wonder what is motherly affection, and father's love. I wonder what it's like to be loved by someone.
And
I can only Wonder........
****
Hey guys!!
Hpoe you all are having an amazing and fabulous day.
So here, is the first chapter of the book.
So did you like the chapter in Lily's pov and her lifestyle.
Hope you like it.
If you feel that I am overdoing or missing something in the plot, feel free to advice me in my comments below.
Have a good day.
Love you all... โคโค
****
Please do like, comment and share....
Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the worldโ€™s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and weโ€™ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.