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Chapter 123: The Story of Lilyana Creater
🕑 Added 2024-08-11 11:05:33 +0000 UTCMy name is Lilyana Creater, and I am a burden to the esteemed Creater family. Our family is known all over the world as innovators in the latest technology—from advanced military weapons to revolutionary household appliances.
Our name is a guarantee of perfection, and every Creater child is expected to bring even greater pride.
I am the third child of five siblings. From a young age, I knew that being a Creater meant living in the shadow of hope and expectations.
On my fifth birthday, I was discovered to have a talent that was supposed to change everything. I was blessed... or perhaps cursed... with the ability to be an Abnormals.
At that time, happiness overflowed from every corner of our home. Father and Mother, my older and younger siblings... everyone was joyful, especially Father. He looked at me with such great hope, as if I were the key to the future of this family.
I promised myself that I would not disappoint him. However, as time went on, reality began to hit me hard.
I was too weak. All the hopes placed on me, all the expectations I was supposed to bear, became too heavy to carry.
Even though I tried my hardest, the results I produced were never comparable. I could only create small things... so small and insignificant that they hardly felt worthy of being called the ability of an Abnormals.
Disappointment. That’s what I felt every time I failed. But it was nothing compared to the disappointment I saw in my family’s eyes.
Father, who once brimmed with hope, no longer looked at me with pride. Mother, who always gave me warm smiles, began to distance herself. My older and younger siblings... they looked at me with disgust, as if I were a flaw in our family’s perfect lineage.
"What’s wrong with me?" I often asked myself, trying to find an answer that never came.
I had tried so hard! Time and again, day and night, I spent my time trying to create something meaningful. But the results were always the same... failure.
Why? Why couldn’t I be better? Why couldn’t I meet their expectations?
Days turned into weeks, and my self-hatred deepened. I hated the power that never fulfilled the promises it boasted.
I hated this body, this ability, that couldn’t do what I was supposed to do. I tried, over and over again, hoping that someday this effort would bear fruit. But years passed without any change.
I was a failure. Not just in my family’s eyes, but in my own. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I only saw disappointment. And that... was the most painful thing.
When I turned ten, my already dark life became even darker. My younger sister, Asyla Creater, the fourth child in the family, was found to have the ability of an Anomalies.
Her ability? To control chains that Asyla could create at will. Something that seemed so simple, yet somehow managed to mesmerize my entire family.
I was shocked. Why were they so captivated? It was just chains! A simple object that could be controlled.
Were they so shallow, so enchanted by something that could be seen and felt, even if it was just chains that should have been ordinary?
Why? Why did they love Asyla, who was just an Anomaly? Why did no one look at me with the same affection? Why was I, who was supposed to be better as an Abnormals, ignored?
I was angry. Very angry. It felt like all the injustices of the world were being heaped upon me. Why was I the only one treated like this?
Why was I the only one hated? Asyla became the center of attention, the source of the family’s happiness, while I sank deeper into the shadows of their disappointment.
From that moment on, I began to withdraw from everything. I no longer left my room, weaving thick walls around my already deeply wounded heart.
I hoped they would see me, hoped someone would realize how fragile I was, but that hope only ended in emptiness. They didn’t care. No one cared.
