And again I hear this common noise of someone hitting the door of our little flat in the middle of New York City. My heart starts to race and I can't stop my hands from shaking.
beep beep beep
I didn't though I'd be that glad to hear my alarm once - sweat all over my body and my heart still bumping like shit I open my Eyes full of tears - like every night since...
I look up to the plain white wall of my room at the little farm of my father.
Why do I have to be here? I really hate this room. I look around only to see the 4 unpacked boxes full of my stuff in the corner right next to the door.
The sun is shining through the little space between the curtains.
„Liv! Darling, are you up? Come on get some breakfast bevor work starts"
I rolled my eyes at my father, even though he can't see it of corse. Ahrg... I really don't feel like feeding these cows and carry all the hey to the millions of stables.
I mean- yeah- when I was a little child and my parents weren't divorced I always loved animals and wanted to live on a farm with beautiful horses and cute little sheep and goats. When my mum and my dad decided to divorce I would have loved to go with my father who made up this farm. It would be a dream to come true- but no. My mum thought it wouldn't be good for me because I couldn't go to a proper high school and I wouldn't learn to look after myself in the world when I would go to Europe or something and make a career.
Yes- she had big planes with my life and she didn't ask me once. But honestly - she only meant good for me and I'm thankfully for that. She always only wanted my best, I was always first ranked in her life.
Whatever, it isn't like I don't like animals as much as then now. It's just- I don't know. I just don't feel like I fit in here. Everybody has a role in this little farm and then suddenly there was a girl who has to be used for something because we can't make her feel unused.
Well, your plan didn't work- I feel more than unused, I feel like I'm just a think that stands there in the way and is annoying. But still, I think they don't hate me at least. And I don't hate them as well it's just- I miss my old, normal life.
„Olivia, come on! You can't stay in bed the whole day!" My fathers voice cut of my thoughts.
I stumbled out of my bed and hit my ankle on the edge of the bedside cupboard which my dad had put down in my room to make the room a little more homely. I hopped on one leg around the room and hold with both hands my ankle. With all my attention on my hurting member, I didn't noticed that I had come the wall dangerously close. My head bumped against the bright yellow wall and I lost the balance.
Bam
And I laid on my back on the hard, laminated floor. Seconds later my older brother (who was allowed to go with my dad back when my parents had divorced because he was old enough btw) stood in the door. He was still in his plaid pajama but had his toothbrush in his one hand and something slimy green which seems to be hair gel or something in the other. Around his mouth there was some toothpaste and he looked kinda cute- almost like a little child which stole a little hair gel from his father.
Well, his expression said something else- he looked pretty shocked which was kinda comprehensible- I mean I still laid there on the ground which my ankle in my hands.
„Gosh, Liv are you okay? What happened?" He yelled but just stood there and did nothing.
„I'm fine - I just fell down." I responded.
„Are you sure you're okay? What's with your ankle?"
I let go of my ankle and to my surprise the pain was almost gone.
„Yes Liam, don't worry. I'm fine, I really am." I asserted him and finally he nodded and went back to the bathroom.
