It was always you

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Emilie's pov

Life.

Life is one funny thing.

At first it makes you feel like everything is okay, like it will always be at your side, guiding you throught it all.

It makes you believe that  it cannot be cruel to you, like any other innocent person. 

And then it lets you fall.

It let's you fall in an endless dark hole, as if it forgot about you until you reach the ground and your breath has been knocked the hell out of you. 

It let's you feel lost, broken even.

It makes question the meaning of life and your existence.

You wander in that black hole, trying to find a way out, trying to finally see that light.

Until you see a speck of light.

At first it's so small that you can't believe it yourself.

Is that really the way out? 

You slowly walk till the end of the darkness and the beginning of light.

And that is when you realise that it was not you but life that  showed you the way out.

Sure, it let you fall, but it also picked you back up. It showed you the way and stayed by your side.

Life may not always be a walk in the park, it is not easy. You will fall and you will get hurt but you will also always get back up in some way or the other.

Life may not always happen the way you want it to happen, it might not take the path that you wanted to take.

But it has it's reasons, everything has it's reason. 

I got my fair share of blows in life, some bigger than the others. And sadly I understood extremely quickly that life will not happen the way I imagined it.

The first blow that life gave me was at the tender age of 15.

I remember sitting in the patio of our villa in the suburbs of Bordeaux, drinking a fresh orange juice that our housekeeper Lucie made for me, relaxing with a book under the first few sun rays of summer.

I had just been informed that my parents were waiting for me in my father's office. Thinking that I might be finally getting that pair of shoes that I have been dreaming about, brought to my younger self a slight spring in my steps as I made my way upstairs.

Taking two steps at a time I quickly reached the office and knocked on the door.

" Who is it? " said my father

" C'est moi papa, Emilie"  I replied

" Entre chérie " he told me

Entering the room I felt the tension in the air, it could be seen from the stiffness in the posture of my father who was gazing out of his large window at the other side of the office or from my mother who was sitting in a chair near his desk, her hands clasped tightly in her lap and her head bent not showing her face.

" You called me papa? " I asked him.

" Oui, ma chérie. Assieds toi " he said as he turned to face me. His steps were slow and unsure as he made his way to sit behind his large desk.

I gazed at him curiously, knowing that something was wrong, I made my way softly to sit beside my mother.

I waited for my father to say something first, my heart pounding in my chest, scared of what was waiting for me.