Two complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong.
Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...
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I look out my the window with a tear stained face as the car begins to drive away from the place I have called home for the past eighteen years. I squeeze my eyes shut and begin to pick myself hoping for this to be a terrible nightmare, however when the shock of my waking ups doesn't come. the dread begins to sink in .I grab the attention from the entire Romano family however I don't seem to mind as they have taken me against my will. I lift me legs onto the seat and wrap my arms around the burying my head in to my knees. This is slightly further than I expected I would have settled for a meter past the patio.
My mind flicks back to the once thought I had back in my bedroom where I thought my father had finally forgiven me. This is what I mean when I say I had given up on the word hope completely.
It breeds eternal misery. the word should cease to exist all together.
You are probably wondering how I ended up on a car leaving the place i've only ever known as home, when just hours ago I was practically crying with happiness. Well i'll tell you something which I am not sure if you have or haven't figured out yet. My father is truly, utterly and most definitely an asshole.
| H O U R S E A R L I E R |
I curl into a ball on the floor as the water runs through my hair and drips down my back, the t-shirt is now sticking to my back as my freshly washed hair leaves wet stains in their place. I lean against the wall and grip the book that I have thrown myself into.
Reading never appealed to me as a child, I never understood why reading would, could be so fun for people. Frankly I found it quite boring however now, the power of a good book can leave you feeling so different. Able to express emotions through words, it allows you to know your not alone, not by the comfort of other. it just allows you the ability to know that someone somewhere could be reading the same thing as you and feeling the same, that I am not alone that having emotions is normal. Not that anything in my life is normal, reading just give me that escape from reality where I can be just that. Normal.
Just as the book gets to a thrilling part, there is a tap at the door making me snap my head up from leaning against the wall and standing up quickly. My brother begins walking into the room and throws himself onto my bed as he takes a bite from an apple.
"Hey sis, I have news." he says making me smile at his tone, there seems to be excitement in his voice as well as hope. A word I have given up on, in all forms. Even books cant distract me from the lack of faith I have in that one single word.
"ooo do tell." I say climbing onto he bed next to him and smacking his head with my book when he shows me the chew apple in his mouth. Ew boys.
"We are going on a trip." He gleams and I smile flashing my teeth.
"What! How do you know." I question, my words coming out a little faster than I planned them to however it will get me an answer quicker.
"Dad told me. He said to tell you to be ready you are going on a trip." he says and I smile at his words, maybe my father has finally realised that I am not to blame anymore. That we can finally start to heal the once broken family. Hope runs through my head and I smile.
