Broken

The very beggining of my story

A loud creaking of the door ...

-But where are you going at this time?

Come back Mina, odds my half-angry and half-desperate mother

-I'm leaving, I'm sick of it, I'm throwing it at her.

-But why? It's midnight, she asks me with teary eyes. I calm down and explain to her

in a more calming voice:

"- Mom I'm going out for some fresh air in a restaurant. I've been feeling so sad lately. Please let me out for a bit."

Mom is still reluctant but nevertheless she pushes herself to let me pass.

Arriving at the bottom of the apartment, a big breath of fresh air hits me in the face. I sit on one of the park benches.

Up in the sky, the full moon is shining. I am all alone in this semi-darkness.

The lampposts light up the empty swings and the flowers in the park. It is extremely cold.

This cold devours my bones. This cold penetrates me. I am alone, I am very cold and I am also terribly sad.

Sitting and paralyzed on this bench, I come to take a new breath.

I need fresh air, to ventilate my memory of all these traumatic scenes that haunt my life. I'm glad he's not here.

My nostrils breathe clean air free from the fragrant smell of alcohol.

He left to work just for two weeks just to another region.

My father is an obese man who loves women as much as alcohol.

He usually drives tractors and is often busy driving for long hours.

However when he is there, his presence is felt. My father is quite moody.

Either he's standing in front of the TV with piles of chicken nuggets in his hands or he's lying on the couch with multiple booze bottles in his hands yelling at everyone for no plausible reason. I never told you he was a rational man.

My mother's tenderness contrasts enormously with my father's boorish manners. The worst part is that he cheats on her brazenly. I wouldn't be surprised to see women say he got them pregnant. Besides, I don't see what they find in him. With his big belly and his big red nose my father is not attractive. Besides, he doesn't make that much money. Besides, we live in a working-class neighborhood where most people are poor. We barely manage to live. I don't know how I'll do for university and it scares me because I know my parents haven't planned anything for me yet. Our meager savings won't even pay for a semester at an average college. All of this might not have affected me if I had around me a lot of people who liked me and a loyal group of friends.

And yet, even at this level I had to admit that I was still a loser. I hated the majority of the students in my class and looked forward to the next 6 months passing quickly so that I could leave and erase those 7 horrible years with them from my memory. broum broum broum Suddenly, I am illuminated by an intense light that blinds me.

Apparently it's a motorcycle that makes so much noise. The motorcycle stops, the lights go out. A tall dark-haired man stares at me intensely while arranging his motorcycle in the parking lot of the square.

"What are you doing here at this hour? he asks me, smiling slightly. His voice is serious. I did not answer him. He slowly approached me. So gently that his nose found itself against my nose and he kissed me on the lips. Without a word I got on the bike with him, drunk with grief...