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4 hrs agoSlapped to Reality
A fall so deep, even memories became a burden — and waking up felt like a punishment.
She was her father’s pride, her mother’s joy — their only child, raised in unimaginable comfort. Her life was perfect: silk sheets, respectful house staff, vacations in private jets, and dinner tables that overflowed with more than enough. She never knew hunger. She never felt fear. She thought life was always going to be kind — predictable, safe, and filled with love.
Then one week changed everything.
Her father’s business empire crashed overnight. Scandals. Mistakes. Debts they never saw coming. The media tore their name apart. Lawsuits came in waves. Their mansion was taken. Their accounts were locked. But worse than the disgrace was the silence — family friends vanished, and godparents stopped picking her calls. The world closed its doors.
And then, something worse happened.
She was in the backseat when it all ended. It was raining hard. Her mother was crying. Her father was driving too fast. One sharp bend. One scream. One crash.
She woke up in the hospital. Wrapped in bandages. In pain. And alone.
They were gone.
All she had left were the flashbacks. Her mother calling her name. The sound of metal twisting. Smoke. Her father’s blood on her skin.
There was no will. No family members nearby. No rescue. She left the hospital in borrowed clothes. Her parents were buried quietly — no ceremony, no closure.
She slept on benches. Ate leftovers. People stared at her like a stranger. She begged, and many walked past. One day, a man threw coins at her and said, “Weren’t you that rich girl on the news?”
She almost gave up. Twice. She stood by a bridge one night, shouting for someone — anyone — to see her. No one came.
Still, she kept waking up.
Each morning became a reminder — that the world had moved on. That love, no matter how deep, can’t always protect you from loss. That wealth can disappear. That tomorrow is never guaranteed.
She didn’t just feel broken. She felt lost.
She avoided mirrors. She couldn’t recognize herself — her eyes empty, her cheeks hollow, a girl once adored now forgotten.
This was her slap to reality — not just a fall, but a vanishing.
And yet, she walks.
Not because she has hope — but because life insists she must.
Because even when everything is gone — the comfort, the love, t
he peace — life still dares to continue.