one day l was walking at a beach as silent as l wished it to be peaceful yet somehow my mind was not so clam. As the sun was setting l sat down and broke down l can't run away from anything without him if only his hands were there to rub off my tears. In that silent l could here someone coming his footsteps were familiar l rised my head up with the hope as the sun finally left the shore and me l was disappointed it was a man who was in his mid twenties l guess he was wearing black high neck and white loose pants. He was weird or you can say unusual he had black hair which was common but golden eyes which sparkle like jewel in that silent blue beach l came back to my senses and then again put my head down. A deep voice tricked my ears FAMILIAR l said in my mind as l again rose my head up to see that black high neck man beside me every thing aside he was insanely handsome just like him, he said "life is hard" l thought why telling me your state then as though he read my mind he said "talking about yours" l was like how you knows what is my life going through l said politely and '"how do you know" it he said '"common sense look at you. You are crying alone in a beach named only "sorrow" that also in your office cloths "' he was quite observent like him his ever thing reminded me of him l broke down into tears like a dying flamingo he got sacred and tried to stop fron crying "stop crying otherwise you will make me feel guilty Please Mia stop" l stoped "how do you know my name " he said you are daughter of biggest fashion model and your father is bussiness tycoon holding 23 companies under him completely and you are there one and only daughter how come l be not recognising you the person who is now even greater than them " l was claming slowly he handed me a hanky and a water bottle he got out of nowhere he said "wash your face so that l feel less guilty of my words " l said " no need to worry your words were all right just the thing that is not right is my state of mind" he said " need a pair of ears" l said " think so " he said smirking "can borrow mine" he leaned on the. Sand and l lyed beside him thinking where to begin with.

It was a day before my birthday 18 th one mother has to attend a red carpet event in LA we were just keeping our foot out of our limbo when the flash of camera begin with the whisplers made to be easily heard "wow look at those clothes" , "look at her figure same to her mother", "but her hair is similar to her father she also have silver hair and purple eyes too much attractive to my eyes" she has nothing similar to her mother other than the auro" my mother glared. Back at me similing which was coded as " you are just decoration so try to sparkle the evening " as always l took breath and smiled l am an actress so faking a smile was nothing.

I entered the room which was for me and every other character as me like a battlefield where we try to satisfy the eyes and go out safely without any conflict. but for me as much as I tried the more I got into the troubles every time the Harder I try the hard I will fell in trouble. the love of my life which I thought was was making out with my cousin brother like I would have appreciate it if would have been any sister but you know life don't go your way he said with smirk "it's over for us" like l would have continued if he hasn't said that. l turned and left but bigger trouble was waiting for me as soon as I left the balcony I saw a smirk which was totally evil coming from my soul heart bestie my other half, l knewed nothing is permanent she came towards me and said "hello bestie or should I say soon going to be my step sister your mother and my father are dating and you know it my father is so good he is talented handsome and being your father's aid so you know that too." I smile which was hard for me but I did and said " let's see ,l knew the ending will be similar to the previous one as always my mother will get bored of your father than my father will clean up by killing you, your father and some close relatives " and now your back up plan, me , is also gone l did not said that on her face but thought of this fact. Then left the corner leaving Emily behind stoning her feet twirling her brown hair and gazing at me with her peach eyes. Just like her father but peach weren't my mother type anyway she did it for fun she would never leave father side because he is her ATM richest man in world after all. L don't understand why father does not do the same he should have affairs too. He should not be this much devoted to a cunning women like her but afterall she dazzles like beauty from heaven with her dark blue hair and pink eyes and her fair skin with no wrinkles. l giggled thinking about how media describe us as the beauty family of three, trio angles from heaven, loveliest family in universe which has being made from smiles but from my point of view it is family with tears of mine, sadness of my father and greed of my mother who cherish herself. My mother tapped me on my shoulder and said "l said smile properly, brightly not like this understand the situation l wouldn't tell you each and every time how to behave" she left me leaving me in despair again. l stayed quite in a corner l felt, was feeling and always will feel that l don't belong here in this bunch of fake smiles l won't be able to survive without my mother's image and father's money. I really want to go home at least there isn't so many eyes to watch my every movement.

A five years old girl walking to her parents who are lovely and deeply in love with each other laughter surrounding the walls of the mansion. I used to be like that with my parents until they start to hit me with fact l wasn't worthy enough till now to be happy l should be more perfect, more elegant, more like world's most beautiful women, as well as more like the world's most handsome and perfect man, l should try my best, out of my limit to be them, my mother will was that her life should be perfect and l was unfortunately included in her elegant and luxury life. i was thinking of that fact when we reached home l got out of my car, so we're my parents we all walked in the house, the place farthest from the world in these walls whatever happens buries itself here, just like me l buried my real self deep down here that l can't find it anymore no matter how much l try. It was that year when l was 5 years there was a shoot out at our house by father's opponent, we were cooking something my mother was chopping with my father while he held her between his arms l was laughing, sitting beside them on kitchen rack the bullet somehow hit the gas leading to gas leakage which blasted and caused great fire we were injured, but only father was okay as he went up due to work call. My father as soon he came down ran to mother, who was already running away from her injured five years old daughter in difficulty to manage to gain consequence, father took her out it was little hurtful for me but innocent me, tried to explain it to myself in that condition but l broke down and shattered when he turned behind saw me and made a farewell face that was so transparent even for a five-year-old to understand it said "l am sorry child, if you die l will be sad but if your mother die l will die too." l closed my eyes.

I got up to my room and changed, as soon as l was ready to sleep my father came in. I kept my eyes closed he kissed my forehead and said "good night honey, try a little harder tomorrow" he left l slept because this was our daily routine there wasn't a single night in life's history without this statement before l sleep, this sentence is all l have ever heard before sleeping, when he went out on business trips or wasn't available he would use Alexa and l don't know how but his timing is always right. Just his choice isn't.

l waked up had my breakfast in my room headed down to hell yes my parents lived in underground floor. I sighed and dialed UG3 on elevator it leaded me to the floor hated by me the most to the extent my breathing rate messes up whenever l am here. Today was my day to be presented in front of my mother with my teachers of all sort of activities, subject and with my teachers review which helped mother to know how close or far l was from being her and her husband's perfectly perfect daughter. The elevator door opened l fixed my clothes before knocking the door behind which laid the result of my all years effort