Do you remember all the times you just wished for some peace and quiet ?
I do.
I remember one day in the library where I told everyone to shut the fuck up. Or when I told my parents to close the door when they leave my room because I could stand their constant desire to talk.
Maybe I brought this on myself. Maybe it's my fault.
It wasn't always like this.
"So when does school start ?"
I didn't bother to answer my mom. She was always talking, never being quiet for one second.
"It's not school", my dad said, "It's college."
"College, school - all the same. Did you make any friends ?"
I shrugged. "It's okay." Okay is the universal answer for I don't want to answer this.
"If you want you can invite some people to come over", my mom said with a smile, "study together, watch a movie - just pals being pals."
I shrugged again. My mom wanted me to socialize when all I wanted to do was not socialize.
"Liv, leave him alone", my dad said and smiled, "he's fine."
I smiled back at my dad. Some days he really got me. Like there was some sort of understanding between us.
My mom always wanted me to go out. Since I was a kid she made me go to birthday parties I didn't want to visit and going on trips I would never ever want to do again.
Like always she was just trying to make me happy. But she never realized that I was perfectly happy with spending every evening with her and dad on the coach watching dumb TV shows.
Some people say that you don't appreciate what you have when you have it.
They are right. My parents made me crazy. I sometimes hated them. I wished I had different parents or they were dead. Most of the times I regretted those thoughts. But sometimes I just could help but feeling angry.
But now ? I just wished they were here. Not just here like being somewhere. But here. With me. Right now. Telling me we're gonna get through this. Telling me that it's going to be better. Life isn't about living a perfect life, my mom would say, it's making the best out of the one you have and not regretting it when you were perfectly happy with living it.
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The Last
Teen FictionFor the record - I didn't do anything. It's not my fault. And if had to decide who should be the one person who survives an apocalypse, it wouldn't be me. But here I am. Alive - and alone. I don't know why. But it seems like I am the last person lef...
