Fly Away - Chapter 3

How Liz is going to react?
"WHAT?!" I yelled.

"Yes, isn't it a good news?" My mum asked.

What? A good news? Are you kidding me? I have everything here! Do you think I'm glad I have to leave them behind and start my life all over again? Do you think that I want to leave the people I love here, my friends and all? Do you think I want to go to somewhere that I don't know anyone? Do you?

"No! I have my friends, everything here! It's obvious that I don't want to go and that I don't think it is a good idea!"

I hate to argue with my parents, but this time I was right. They couldn't do this to me! They were being selfish, they weren't thinking about me, about my life and about my feelings and thoughts.

I was feeling the tears screaming to get out, to end in my cheeks and I was trying hard to don't let them run up my face. I wanted to go to my room, lie down in my bed and cry days upon days...

"Please, don't do this." I begged.

"We have to. I'm starting a new career there, as a lawyer to,o but I have to start again because I need to be better this time." My dad explained.

"I hate you," and I ran upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom. I cried the rest of the day. I was so sad, so weak that I couldn't stop myself from crying my heart out.

After a few hours, I thought I had to call someone, I had to talk about what happened and how I felt, so I called Sam.

"Hey Liz." She picked up after three rings.
"I have to tell you something." I said, starting to cry again.
"What? Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm moving to Cleveland."
"I don't believe it! Are you serious?"
"Yea, I am." I said sounding weak.
"Oh my god! When?"

That's when I remembered I didn't ask my parents when we were moving. You should have asked them, you idiot; I thought.
"Well, I don't know exactly." I ended saying.
"So ask them, I need to know!"
"I can't, I ran away to my room and said that I hated them."
"It seems legit." She said.
I heard footsteps, so I whispered to Sam that I had to hang up and then I hid my cell phone and pretended that I was sleeping.
My dad knocked on my door and came in. I didn't move so he wouldn't understand I was pretending.

He stayed there for a couple of minutes, when he understood I wouldn't wake up and so, he finally got out of my room, a little sad.

Few minutes after I really fell asleep... I dreamed! I don't usually dream, but this time was intense: I was in a place I didn't recognize, with people I've never met before. They were judging me for smoking and for having a tattoo.

Wait... I don't have a tattoo! That wasn't me, well it was my body, but I wasn't inside of it, it wasn't my soul... I could see me and everything but I couldn't take control of my body... I woke felling dizzy. I looked for my phone, it was already 6 am. I was hungry, because I didn't eat anything when I got home.

I went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat in the fridge. After a while I decided to have milk with cornflakes.

While I was eating, I was admiring a family picture that was in a wall, near to the fridge. It was a picture that a stranger took in our vacations; we were in Brazil and we wanted a family pic in the beach, so we asked a stranger to take us a photo. The result wasn't that bad, I was smiling, my mom was smiling too and my dad was showing is teeth like a dog, it was the best picture of the whole vacations! I missed that time so much...

I thought about my dream, what it meant? Why did I have a tattoo and what was in it? Why were they judging me if everyone thinks that smoking is cool? I had so many questions, and still not a simple answer, not an answer at all!
Published: 2/9/2012
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