There was me. Under the covers of my bed, just a lamp on, a book and some coffee. I was alone. Like I always am. I'm getting tired of this, I'm not that strong enough; being a teen sucks, going to school? Oh well that's another story, I'm that shy girl who eats alone, who doesn't has friends and all that stuff.
My life is like flying, I know people see flying as freedom, but one thing I know about flying is that at one point you have to land, that is basically my life. just when I'm starting to feel awesome there's that thing that ruins everything, It's just not fair.
I am reading one of my favorite books. The coffee is getting cold, i don't want to go downstairs and put it in the microwave, I don't feel like doing that at 3 am. Tomorrow is Saturday. Finally. I don't even know why I get excited about weekends. Is it that on weekends I'm totally alone, reading and watching Netflix? Um, yes, maybe that's it.
I wasn't ready for this life, not even when I got out of my mom's stomach, gross.
I live on a really small house, I don't even know if I can call it "house". I have to take care of my little sister, Jena, she's only 6 years old and I have to teach her to be happy, I don't want the same hell for her.
"Kathya, why you still awake?" Oh man, It's my mom, I can feel her anger on her voice even when she just woke up. "Can you hear me Kathya?" She is desesperate.
"Shh mom, calm down. Jena is sleeping" I know my voice sounds just like I wanted it to sound.
"Go to sleep right now"she knocks on the door, so I have to get up and unlock it.
"Yes mom, I will. Now you can go to sleep, bye bye".
