They have servants, lots of it. They have luxurious gowns and accessories. People admire their beauty, they bow and respect her dearly. Like the King, she's always wanted, loved, and envied. She's a queen and I am too.
Unlike them, I am hated. People never liked me. I am chaos to them, frightning, a queen of disaster. I never wish to be born like this nor wanted to have an ability or power that can end someone's life or destroy someone's home. If only I have the chance to choose, I will never rule over and acquire such power. I will never bear offspring that will cause the same dilemma for her and for people. But who am I to decide? I am just a queen not a God.
Then, do you hate God for creating me? No! You shouldn't! There is a reason why lightning and thunderstorm exist. Hoping for me to be gone, will mean imbalance. No one will clean the atmosphere of pollutants. No one will create oxidizing radicals that will break carbon monoxide and methane in the atmosphere. Those gases contribute to global warming and destroy ozone layer. People curse me not knowing the role I play. People hate me not knowing the reason why I exist.
I am also a queen, the lonely queen.
My entry to Freewrite's contest
This is a fiction mixed with information I read from the net
Thanks for being with me 馃槉