The Moment We Meet

Prologue

THE MOMENT WE MEET

PROLOGUE

I felt someone shaking my hand gently, trying to wake me up from my deep sleep. "Wake up Vicky." Someone whispered in my ear. I couldn't recognize who's voice it was; I was still too sleepy to make my brain work. I breathed in slowly, and turned my head arround. I didn't want to wake up; sleep makes you travel in your own little world, and forget about your problems for a while...But this problem was not to forget, I guess.

"We must go." That person whispered in my ear, again. I slowly opened my eyes, and I faced the wall. It was time. Time to go. I really didn't want to go. Deep inside I already knew it was really time, and so many thoughts were slowly coming to my mind when I started thinking about it.

I took a very deep breathe, trying to freshen up my memory and think clearly. The beautiful sunlight coming from the windows, and it was lighting up the wall. I closed my eyes again, and pushed my eyebrows together, realising that it was my last morning in Florida.

"Wake up sweetheart." It was my mum. Her insecure voice, was echoing in the room.

"I don't want to go." I said sadly, while I was turning my head around to face my mum. She touched my back, and turned her head around. I saw a tear on her cheek. She tried to hide it from me, and she wiped it quickly. I just pretended I didn't notice it, and looked away for a second. It kinda hurts seing her like that. I never planned that one day she would be so weak.

"Do we really have to go?" I asked her spontaneously, and touched her hand. I didn't want to ask her that, but it just came automatically out of my mouth, when I let my mind go for a while, and think about mum's feelings.

She glanced between me and the red painted wall behind me, and sighed. "Yes, honey," She said and gave me a sad smile. I know we didn't have to go. It was just her instinct telling her we had to. She didn't really have a good reason to move to another country, but I had no choice; I was only sixteen, and I had to follow her. I wish I knew how she was thinkig about it. Why was she rushing so much to move? No one, was chasing after us...it was just a bad break up. Or maybe a very bad break up.

But on the other hand, I could totally understand her; She needs to escape from this crazy life, and make a fresh start. Her heart had been broken in a thousand pieces when she broke up with my dad. She tried to get over it, but nobody could help her. The bad thing about their break up was that she already knew that dad was cheating on her four months before they broke up, and she was the only one who was trying to keep their marriage alive. At some point she decided that she couldn't stay with him anymore, and they broke up. Dad left us, like some pieces of rubbish after that, and never came back to see us. Never. The fact that my dad abandoned us this way, made her so weak. She thought that we made the perfect family, but her whole life turned out to be a lie. Did it make me weak? I don't know.

After their break up, me and my sister chose to stay by her side, and show her that her perfect famy isn't gone. Chose? We had to. I could never let her suffer like this, knowing that she was going to explode one day. That's why we had to go...she didn't want to explode.

I sighed and looked into her eyes in a frustrated way. There was no need to argue about it. She had everything planned. I had made my choice, and that's where my choice was leading me.

She slowly stood up and looked out of the window. She always did that when she was nervous. I guess that she somehow relaxed when she did that. But this time, she wasn't just nervous, she seemed more mysterious than nervous to me. She was thinking about something, while she was looking outside; Her light green eyes were glowing and she was whispering something to her self. What was she saying? "Mum?" I asked. She looked away, after I broke her from her thoughts. Something was eating her. Something extra, not our move.