The Nanny [Rammstein]

Chapter 1

    Rain droplets run down the window at my left side, as the bus runs in the middle of nowhere, carrying me and twenty more passengers to Berlin. The heat is barely on and I feel like trembling from the cold. Who on earth would be so brave to forget turning on the bus heat? Doesn't make any sense, but I'm not going to give it any further thought.

    I curl up in my seat, hugging myself to remain warm. The old lady next to me is sleeping and her mouth is half open, which causes me to giggle lightly and I decide to focus on my headphones instead, as waking her up isn't the best case scenario; she's been talking to me about the randomest stuff on earth all the way from Leipzig. And today I'm not exactly in the mood to talk to anyone.

    Putting my playlist on shuffle, "Given up" by Linkin Park comes next and I close my eyes, sighing and feeling the lyrics to the max. It's been a long time since I've been thinking that it's not worth the try to keep on living like this. And by "this", I mean staying alone for more than 8 years, with not enough money, or a descent roof above my head, as my parents kicked me out of our house on my 18th birthday. I never really understood the reason behind this incident, but I guess that there's no need to, because I was never their favourite kid, or somehow useful in the family. So, here I am. Returning to my tiny apartment, after another failed attempt to see my little brother, who's been the only person I care about in life, and probably the only one who still loves me from my so called "family".

    Lost in my thoughts, I barely feel the constant poke on my shoulder. I turn my head and face the slightly annoyed old lady, who's looking at me like I've killed someone. I take off my headphones and frown.

- "Can I help you ma'am?"

- "Your loud singing woke me and the entire bus up. They've been complaining for more than 5 minutes and you act like we don't exist. Please lower your tone."

- "Oh..." I look around and I observe a couple of faces with goggled eyes, silently bawling me out, causing me to grimace embarrassedly. "I'm really sorry. I didn't realize that I was that loud. I apologize for the disturbance".

    They shake their heads rolling their eyes and sit back to their seats. The old lady takes a book out of her bag and starts reading and I take off my headphones. There are 15 more minutes left to arrive in Berlin and I can't wait to go back home and see noone. Getting kicked out of my parents house for the millionth time is something I've got used to, the past few years, but it still manages to put me in a very bad mood. They have no right to keep me away from my brother. Even on social media, I'm banned and there's pretty much nothing I can do to change that.

   The bus finally arrives at the central station and I grab my one and only bag out of the storage place. My home isn't that far from the station, so I go there on foot, despite my lack of umbrella. I've been through worse. I step on a channel full of muddy water and my shoes get so dirty, I curse loudly. It's going to take ages to clean this type of fabric. "Fuck", I mumble through clenched teeth and take off my apartment keys, as a strong cramp on my right leg makes me trip again.

    I throw my wet bag nearby and lie down my two seats couch, clasping my eyes and trying to keep my leg straight, so as to stop the pain. I exhale deeply, when I hear the classic Facebook Messenger tune buzzing in my pants' pocket. It's Fred. "Not him again." I leave my phone to the side, when it rings once again. "Let it be something interesting." I open our chat and facepalm myself in annoyance.

"I know you're online. Don't avoid me. 😏"

"I'm not. I just got back home. Is something wrong?"