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"And when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward." ~Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (1 year and 10 months ago)

The hours rolled by until the dark skies faded out and the light faded in.

The bright sun shone through the window, reflecting upon my eyes.

I sat stoically, my head leant against the railings of the balcony. Staring solemnly ahead of me into an unknown abyss.

The cold concrete floor sliced into my bare legs. The crisp wind sweeping through my hair and the crevices of my clothes.

I watched through the bars, as the security gates opened. In curiosity, I sat up onto my knees and crawled until my head was pressed up against the metal.

The sleek car passed through the security, before speeding off down the deserted road.

It can't be later than five-thirty am. Since when did my father have guests at this time? Maybe they stayed over?

I shut that thought down immediately, my father never allowed guests. Under any circumstances.

So, what was so important that it required for him to have a guest over at this time?

I don't know, and it isn't any of my business. I know better than to let my curiosity bloom.

So, pushing that thought to one side, I watched transfixed as the gates locked shut once again; resuming their regular position.

And then it was silent, not even a subtle tweet from the birds was within my hearing range. Too silent. I was used to the morning traffic and people greeting fellow acquaintances and friends in the chaotic streets of Italy.

I'd grown so used to their way of life, that I had completely forgotten and neglected how it used to be here. Nothing. I didn't once consider when I returned home how different it would be. Everything has changed. Once again. Some things for the good, whereas on the other hand l, some for the bad.

Now. Here. I was in the middle of nothing. No neighbours. No friends. No job. No distraction.It is something I am going to need to - have to adjust too.

Goosebumps arose along the length of my arms, as I heard someone's footsteps enter into my room. Assuming it was Katy, I didn't turn around to greet them. She was aware that I needed space on my own, to recuperate. She's probably checking that I'm still here, that I am real and not just a dream.

I wish that this all was a dream. Oh, how I wish that?

To my utter shock, that wasn't the case. It wasn't Katy after all.

"Valentinia? What are you doing down there? Why aren't you ready and dressed?" I heard the firm and high-pitched voice of a woman grow closer as she stomped towards me in her obnoxiously loud heels.

It was my...ever the loving and caring mother...Eveline.

Not being given the chance to answer, she continued. So, I unbeknownst to her rolled and closed my eyes to try and restore the peace I was previously blessed with.

"Valentinia, I asked you a question. Why....?" She all of a sudden trailed off and became quiet.

Her steps came to a standstill before me; her heels perfectly polished.

As always. I thought, with another roll of my eyes.

Confused from her sudden change in demeanour, I lifted my head to look at her.