Wings

1

It all happens inbetween seconds, you know? You can be born, can cry, can smile, but you can die too.

How sad is that? Time is very precious and we don't appreciate it as much as we should.

I zip my suitcase and put my backpack on. I hear my boots smashing roughly in the floor as I walk towards the kitchen where my aunt is standing.
The zips of my leather jacket creaking with each other. Her eyes are still very puffy and her feace makeup free. Is it possibile for me to not cry at all, not even a drop of tear?

My brother had gone two days before and it was just me her. Leaving this house was so hard.

You probably don't have the slightest idea what is happening so let me explain myself: My name is Anemona Black, I have a brother in collage in Germany, I'm seventeen and I'm also an orphan, my parents died in a so called terrifing accident. They crashed their car while coming here from the airport. I had almost a month without seeing them because they were in vacation and now I won't be able to see them forever. That's sad right? But you want to know what's more sad? It's the last words my mother said to me.

"I've started to think you don't love me anymore and you act like you're adopted and don't give a damn about me..."three days later they were gone and I could never belive that I would never be able to tell her that I loved her but I just couldn't show what I had inside me and probably needed help.

So that's why I'm telling you time is precious.
I'm leaving this beautiful house here and I'm going on the other side of the world, Greece. There's were my aunt lives.

Most of my bags have already arrived but I just wasn't ready to go.

"Sweetie, are you ready to go?"she's behind me with a hand on my shoulder.

I can't get my self to close the door but just stare at it. All the memories rushing through me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just zoned out,"I whisper while putting the key in the door."Bye beautiful home, I'll miss you but never forget you,"sighing I walk towards the cab which will take us to the airport.

•••

The jurney was silent none of us talked and we just waited. The flight was 14 hours and I couldn't sleep at all, there was a dark world in my mind waiting for me.

I went through pictures of my family, each one I had home was now in my phone too. I captured them, at least I still can have somthing. Then I read. I'm pretty sure that now everything is gone, every dream: I'm not goning to be writer, or a psychiatrist; I'm more demaged than those people.

•••

I can hear through my earphones voices people discussing with each other. I'm in the car waiting to go to her house, she said I'm going to love it there. I've been there it's a nice place, it's big and with what I'm told I will have my own room. It's a nice thing, but my consciousness knows it that shit will go down here.

"Anemona, darling we're here,"my aunt says.

"Oh, okay. Should I help with the bags?"I ask my aunt and her husband, Boka.

"No, no, I can handle them myself. Go with Janine,"that's my aunt's name.

"Mhm, well I'm going,"I say shrugging going to the palace door.

And no my aunt and Boka do not own a palace they live in one. It has one apartament for each floor, and one floor is bigger than my house back in America.

"Thomas can't wait to see you, he really misses you," she smiles at me.

"Yeah me too,"I reply to her. I do actually want to meet him, it's been one year since the last time I saw him.
But as you can see I'm very very bad at showing my feelings in words, to speak them, but I can perfectly write what I feel.

Janine opens the door and walks in and I do the exact same thing in the welcoming smell of a warm hause.

"Welcome home love,"she hugs me.

"Anemona!"I hear my 13 or 14 years old cusin I don't actually remember it, dumb shit but I can't even remember when I laughed or when I said something good to my family so just fuck it.

"Hey little boy, how you doin'?" I say to him moving my hand roughly through his hair cause I know he hates it, every boy does.

"Ugh, c'mon man, why you always do that to me?"he says in a irritated voice and his greek accent thick.

"It looks good on you," I simply say while removing my shoes."Where's my room?

"Yeah right let me show it to you,"
I follow him as he walks thru a hallway.
We stop in front of the last door in the end of the hallway.

"This is yours,"Thomas opens the door and lets me to walk in.

It's a big white room with a californian queen sized bed in the middle of the room pressed against the wall, on the right is a big closet as big as the whole wall, next to it is a door and I'm presuming that should be the bath room, that's good, I like having my own bathroom. The opposite side is just glass and a glass door which leds you, I'm pretty sure to the balcony.

And what i like the most right next to me is a big book shelf, a empty one which will be almost full within the hour.

"It's a nice room, I like the whiteness,"I say smiling.

"It took us such a long time to put the bookshelf in place."

"Us?"

"Yeah, my and my cusin and his friend too," he shrugs looking around ."I've always loved this room. You're lucky to have it. I'm jelous now."

"Well I'm sorry boy but this room is mine so go out now,"he nods and makes his way but stops and turns his head.

"I'll call you when food is ready okay?"

"You have manners or did Janine make you say it?"I say smirking.

"What do you think?"he says smirking too.

"Go out you fuckboy I gotta get ready,"I tell him.

He just shakes his head and walks out of the room. I lay my bag on the floor and throw my body on the bed. I remember what my brother told me but I know that this will be hard.

"Be strong,"he said.

But I just can't be strong without exploding.

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A/n:
Hi guysssss!! So this is my first story and i really hope that you like it
I know this chapter isnt the best but i promise that it will get better
Again thank you for waisting your time and reading my book