I reached home, and couldn't believe the disaster I experienced.
There were trucks, and about three men, going in and forth out of the house, carrying out everything inside.
I looked at the side and found my Mother standing beside her new car talking with one of the men
I pushed my misery-stricken self over to them, utterly confused. My mother looked at me like I was some kind of pest.
"Mother, what's going on?" I stammered.
"The owner of the House is taking back his house, and asking us to leave" she said, as she opened her car door.
"Owner of the house?" I asked relentlessly.
"Yes!" She replied with a quarrel. "Owner of the house, Arianne!"
"Matt?" Since he had made it his life mission to bring plaque and endless suffering upon my life, why wouldn't it be him?
"Don't even act like you don't know. This is all your fault!"
"How is thi—"
"Save it, I don't even want to talk to you"
"We had an agreement, mother, the contract was over, why's he doing all these? Are we going to let this man control our lives? To what end?"
"There wouldn't have been any end if you just agreed to be this useful in your life! Shameless whore"
"Mo—" no need to call her a mother anymore. I moved my hand to my chest as my heart enfolded, causing a great pain, and warm streams of tears flowed down effortlessly. "All because I loved? Is loving a crime now? All these, just because of true love? Just because of my happiness? Well, love be damned then, if it's my end, love be damned, I curse my heart for ever loving, and you too, for raising such a weak and pathetic useless girl."
I didn't know what to feel or how to react anymore, because I had exhausted my speech and feelings, I was surprised that I was still alive… but I wasn't expecting what came next.
"So what are we going to do now?" I asked her, trying to remain sane.
"We? There's no we, Arianne" she growled.
"What do you mean?" My heart was already beating against my ribcage. That statement had the power to kill.
"You're on your own now, Arianne. Bye."
Life is a picture and anyone can paint theirs. But can you? Can I? Even if we do, we can never paint the perfect picture. And even if we do, when it is revealed under the blazing face of the sun, and the fiery presence of earth, it will change colour, it will rumple, and sun, most of all will burn it's value to the ground. And the rain? It will make the picture a piece of fiction, an unreal fiction.

We can only dream, we can plan our life, we can predict, but once we get our fucking ass off there, once we get a taste of what's out there, when everyone turns their back on us, when even the earth desire our blood and bones, everything changes.
And it doesn't matter if you worked hard towards it, because at the end of the day, not everyone makes it to the finish line, first.
I could pretend that I didn't hear what she had just said, it could mean something else. I wasn't going to give assumption an upper hand again, it had a hand in bringing a break to my heart.
"No, no, no I don't understand what's happening" I lamented, bitterly weakened, dreaded, lost and pained.
Het face stared at my hopeless gaze, while she seemed to have made up her mind for a long time. Her face showed no regrets.
She put her hand into her pocket and ruffed out $10 bills, she stretched it to me and my head dropped down at the money as if being pulled down by the gravitational force of earth. I pushed my head back up feebly, looking at her, her seemingly cold eyes threatening my existence.
I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing could be spoken except the hissing sound of my breath.
She opened her hand and the dollar notes fell over my feet, carried by the winds of a sorrowful moment, scattering around.
She got into her car and slammed the door shut. "So, after selling me out to a cold and devilish man, this is what I get? Are you really my mother? You get a good life, but I don't."
"You won't survive a day out here, better go to your husband's house, bitch."
He knew I would come back to him if he took everything away from me, it was a calculated plan. "Staying in his House" it was all about it.
But for a fact, I wouldn't survive… "Don't go please!" I wailed. She ignited her engine and I watched her car move out from my presence into the street, with my soaked eyes and vision blurred by my own tears.
"Please don't go!" I cried out, but no one was listening, it felt like no one was ever going to listen. I felt a large gulp in my throat refusing to dissolve, and a pain beneath my stomach. My heart was troubled, and throbbing in pain.
"Don't leave me alone… don't leave me alone…" I stood, muttering those words, suddenly, I lost the sense of feeling, even the sense of being alive.
****
The presence of the evening was fast approaching, and the sun had started going down its axis, retreating into the heavens. The birds of the air were flocking back to their homes, and the exciting sounds of the busy street were dying off.
The men had left, everything was gone and the house was empty as my head was, only pieces of papers and chunks of rubbish laid dormant on the pavement while some were howled around by the whining evening wind.
I was still wearing the clothes I had come back home with, and my bag still yielded to my hand.
I sat down on the ground, paved against the wall, with my hands resting on my knees which raised some meters above the ground.
My eyes had remained turmoiled, with my eyelids momentarily clicking, releasing the unending blurry element which obstructed my vision with water that flowed down my cheeks effortlessly.
For the first time, my mind was free of thoughts because it seemed that I had died, it seemed that my spirit and even my soul had departed from me.
Other sounds were blocked out from my ears, except the slow beating of my heart.
I brought out my phone from my back pocket, and clicked the power button, but I hadn't a clear vision, so I rubbed my eyes and had a clearer view.
It was already 5:30pm. Mother wasn't back yet, yes, I had been waiting for het… It had to be a joke, but that's an expensive one, I thought. I would stay, and wait for her to come back.
I had already snoozed off, when something picked violently on my bare arm. I opened my eyes to see a crow beside me. My heart skipped a bit because it looked like an evil spirit.
I shoo'd it off and a few seconds it was gone, I remembered that it was a crow, why the fuck would a crow pick me? Was I dead?
I checked. I touched my body and face, it was still all flesh and blood. My phone fell off from my lap, I grabbed it and my finger touched the power button. The screen shuttered on and it was 6pm.
I became more worried and confused than before. Mother wasn't back yet, and the night was coming on me. It all still felt unreal. How could it be? Does one just get abandoned by her own mother? But what did I expect?
I kept telling myself different to console myself when deep inside, I knew that my heartless mother was capable of doing any kind of evil to me.
But time went by, and not even a shadow was seen. I couldn't sleep inside the empty house, even if I wanted to, the house was locked, and I couldn't sleep outside either. Mosquitoes, rodents and other neighboring insects would turn me into their play thing. Or do we talk about the cruel coldness of the night?
I scrolled through the messages and found Pascal's conversations. I clicked it and the first thing my eyes came upon was his address!
And I just remembered that I still had someone, I still had Pascal, and he had told me to come visit him.
The address was in another town, barely a 30-40 minutes ride. And If I left, I would reach there before 7pm. Nice, but how was I going to get the money to get there?
Yet again, I was devastated. I dropped the phone and raised my head, and my tears-filled eyes-traced the rustling wind whipping off weightless stuff from the ground, and a $10 bill hurled around me.
I looked around and found the dollar bills scattered around. I got up and hurriedly picked it all up with the dregs of my strength. And it all amounted to $450. I wondered if she wanted me dead. I hadn't time to waste, so I divided the money and shoved each part in one pocket, and hurried off, onto the street, to take a train or taxi. I guess, I would have to take both.
"Fuck Matt Jones. This can't be my end." I said with a strong conviction.
Everyone, even I, believed that I wouldn't survive the world on my own, but I had to try, I would rathe die than go back to Matt Jones.
Somehow, I ended up taking a cab and getting on a train, and took a cab again, anyways, I reached my destination, and when I did, it was already 7pm, with my tears and sweat stenched clothes, my sad-wrecked face and my miserable self.
I kept on checking my phone so that I wouldn't miss the address, especially the apartment number.
My journey had stopped, and I was fulfilled to see the apartment I was looking for.
I knocked on the door, no one answered, and about 5 more times, the door was opened.
I was delighted to see Pascal, even though it had been a terrible day. His smile spread across his lips, and the bulb in the front lightened up his face, but he was weighted down once he thoroughly looked at me, there were hundreds of questions written on his face. Maybe it was time to be my cousin's girlfriend.
"Arianne! What are you doing here by this time?" he exclaimed, I moved to talk but he continued
"And your smell…" it didn't bother me, and the reminder came from the guy I love, not someone else.
"Wait, you didn't go home after work or what?"
I didn't have the strength to tell him the whole story, so I just said…
"The owner of the house wanted his house back, they threw us out, not like they forced us out, and Mother threw me out" I said, sad again.
"What… what do you mean threw you out?" He asked, confused. I looked at her for a while, it seemed like I was unable to speak.
"... And I quote, you're on your own now, Arianne. And she got into her car and left, I thought she would be back. She's really gone" I said, nodding my head, holding back tears.
"Oh my God! She did that??" He yelled.
"Yeah, and dropped me $450 …" I chuckled by bit "as if it's enough to start a life on my own"
I expected Pascal to let me in by now, but I got it, he had to process it all, and feel sorry. I could tell he was weakened.
"And I don't have anywhere or anyone else to go to." I said, looking directly in his eyes, but he removed his eyes away from me, and a young woman about 24 or 25 showed up, and stood beside him, with her arm around his waist, drawing him closer to her. I was confused.
"Pascal, who's she?" I abruptly asked.
And before he could say a word, the girl said
"I'm his girlfriend. And who are you?"