𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓

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~All I want is a little of a good life~
Three Days Grace

(edited)

Tapping two times my phone screen, my purple-themed lock screen lit up. The hour was 12.53. In two hours I was going to be in Brooklyn, leaving Greece behind me. Forever. Not that I would miss anything from that miserable country. 

Leaving Greece, I only took with me a suitcase filled with some old clothes, my books and lots of pain. No happy memories, no family bonding. Only dreams of a utopia far away from there. A single tear rolled down my cheek during the flight. A tear of happiness. Of relief. Freedom was hitting me like the air was hitting a newborn baby. The feeling of the beginning of a new life was refreshing, I am not going to lie. 

This whole time, I was admiring the clouds that were slowly passing by. My palms were getting sweaty. My leg was furiously trembling. In a few hours, I was gonna meet my brothers.

My brothers.

What an irony! All my life I was making fantasies of having an older brother. Someone to take care of me. Take me away from the toxic household I was living in. I was thinking of having an embrace to run to when I needed some comfort. Someone who would love me for real...

And now? It turned out I have not one, not two, but six brothers! Six freaking brothers hiding from me all those years, why? What have I done wrong? Why did the admittedly heartless people who dared to call themselves my parents hide such truth from me? And why did they never show up?

Who even were these people?

FLASHBACK FROM SOME DAYS AGO

The sound of our old door shutting echoed throughout the whole house. The familiar voices of my parents chitchatting downstairs alarmed me that someone was in the house. And if I wanted to be honest, I would prefer if I was still alone. I wasn't expecting them to be back so soon.

"Nefeli!" Antonio, my thankless father, yelled for me "Where are you, you dawdler girl?" 

Groaning as quietly as I could, I threw my head back in frustration. I was reading a really interesting book I had lent from the school library. The smell of its freshly printed pages was sending a soothing feeling to my brain. Helping me get out of there. Travel to new, merrier places than the miserable reality I was forced into. Giving me a break from it. 

However, that break didn't last long. The presence of my dictators was interrupting it abruptly every time. Mercilessly. Carelessly. Indifferently.

"Nefeli!" he demanded again raving, followed by a slamming sound of his hand, possibly on the kitchen table "Come here right fucking now!" 

His sudden intimidating cry made me shoot up from my chair and rush out of my bedroom. Faster than I was expecting my legs to take me, I almost tripped on my way to the source of the roar, the kitchen.

A tight knot of nescience had formed in my stomach, increasing its size with every step I was passing. A step closer to another expected insult. Every muscle moving was taking me meter by meter to a new possible bruise.

"I am here, father" I coughed, sensing the familiar smoke that had already blurred the whole house. 

Finding myself having some trouble breathing from my asthma, I entered the room. The disgusting smell of the lit cigarette aggravated the feeling of suffocation that had already started encircling me. There he was. Sitting on the chair behind the kitchen table with the deadly, yellow stick between his wrinkled, dirty fingers. My father was staring at me motionlessly. Eyeing me with his bloody eyes.