The Last of the Vitas

And it all came crushing down...

Everything was spin out of control. My head was spinning as I felt my world starting to crumble and fall apart.

With everything I had left in me, I stumbled up the stairs, racing to get to my bedroom before the tears start to fall. Before, the brave wall that I had hid my insecurities behind for many years, began to break down into dust.  

Busting trough the door, I flopped down on my bed, burying my face into the masses of red, fluffy pillows I had laying around.

My head was beginning to ache as I let the tears fall like a water fall. It was like someone turned the tap on or something, for the moment I started I just couldn’t stop.

I just kept on sobbing.

The only thing that was going through my mind was the question: Why?

Why me?

Why did people always abandon me?

Why were the people I cared most for in the world always just walking out on me?

First it was my parents, who abandoned me near a bin behind a pub when I was only 2 months old. I mean what could I have possible done to them to make them abandon me? For heaven’s sake, I was only 2 months old. All I could do was: eat, sleep, cry and poo (well maybe I pooed on their paper work or something, but still that’s so not a good enough reason).

Well now my dad was gone. Yep, he just walked out on us, that’s how little we/ I meant to him. Not even a goodbye. Or a decent phone call to say that he was going.

            One day we are a happy, little family with all smiles and fun...Then the next, you find out that: your dad has had an affair with some woman; you have a 2 year old stepbrother and your dad’s just moved out. Great! Totally out of the blue, don’t you think?

            Oh, I just want to hate him. So much so that the next time I see is stupid little face I would just gorge his eyes out and fed it to the ducks in the local park’s pond. However, I just can’t bring myself to be mad at him or even say mean words about him.

            Ever time I think about him, I just remember those rear sunny afternoons, where he would take me to central London and we would have those special father and daughter day (well when I was little, now a day’s I’m just too grown up for those things).

            Ahhh, there was this one time he took me to the Zoo - then again we used to go to the Zoo every Saturday- and we went to see the lion’s at feeding time but they wouldn’t let me feed them. I was so upset that I cried all the way home.

            You see I have this love for animals - well my mum likes to call it an obsession- which I share with my dad. My mum doesn’t understand it, which is quite obvious as she hates animals. She likes to call them all pests and disease carriers. Her feelings are quite understandable considering the fact that she is allergic to: dogs, cat, mouse, bunnies...well everything you see. This is why I can’t get a pet.

            Thinking, about all those memories made me feel better...until I thought about the fact nothing would ever be the same again. Dad was gone.

            With that I lost it again, shirking and crying my eye balls out.

            I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was in the very familiar woods, running for my life...

            As always I woke up from the dream, just as I felt a hand grabbed me by the waist from the behind pulling me to a hard chest, as I let out a deafening scream.

            The noise that filled my eyes was the sound of my screaming...and my phone ringing.

I stumbled in the dark as I looked for my school bag where I had left my phone. Cursing the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the light when I came storming into my room earlier, as I stepped on a pencil I had laying around my bedroom.

            Pressing the green symbol on the phone, I bought the phone to my ear to hear the voice of a very pissed off Cleo.

            “Nica, where the hell have you been? Do you know how many times I’ve called you? Damn it, do you know how worried I was when you didn’t meet me by the school gate afterschool? Okay, so I thought you had detention like always but then you didn’t even come out at four and I had to go home by myself. Do you know how much I missed you? Where the hell were you?” She shouted down the phone, She was so loud that I had to keep the phone some distance away from my ears before she damaged it permanently.

Oh, I was so not in the mood for this kind of abuse.

“I’m so sorry; the witch gave my two hours detention.” I apologised, referring to Mrs Thomas, the red tomato.

            “Haa, what did you do this time?” Cleo asked and I could just tell she was smirking on the other side of the phone.

            “Nothing bad,” I stated innocently, “I was just late for school and she caught me making out with Jordan in the hallway.”

            With that, Cleo went off laughing like a Hyena (a much distorted one) causing me to wait patiently (as patiently as a hungry baby) for her to stop laughing.

            “Did you just call to insult me?” I enquired quite anger with her. She was so not helping my already fragile self-esteem.

            “Naa,” She finally replied after cooling down from her laughing fit, “I was actually calling to see if you wanted to crash a party with me tonight?”