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- How are you, dear ? Dad asked, closing the door behind him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at him, without saying a word.
- What's the matter ? If it's about your mom, I've already spoken to her. You know she says it, but ...
- What she thinks, it's been a long time since it interests me.
I got up from the bed on which he had joined me, and I reached one of the shepherdesses to resume the discussion.
- She can say whatever she wants, I don't care. The only person whose actions matter and can really affect me is you.
My father arched his eyebrows. His expression was that of a person lost in a debate.
- What do you mean by that, my love ?
- I can still bear that you force me not to leave this house, that you refuse that I take advantage as I understand it of the last days that I have left, that you reduce me to a dead woman before my death, but never I would not have believed you're capable of deliberately depriving me of knowing the date of my death, why have you subjected me to that dad ? Why ! ?
Tears flowed down my cheeks. My father looked deplorable. It seemed to me that we were both bruised.
- In life, Dad began in a broken voice, we make mistakes. And when we become a parent, we want to prevent our children from suffering the consequences. It is for your own good that I am doing all of this. I don't want anything to happen to you, or your heart to be broken by the cruelty of life. There is ... behind this door that I refuse you to ... to go through painful realities that I want to avoid you. I want you to leave us ... in peace, Nael.
- And for that you deprive me of happiness, and condemn me to loneliness, but also to distress. I call that selfishness. I declared with a quavering voice.
- If it's the only thing that can save you, then I'll be that selfish.
- And if you still want to wear this mask and deprive me of my freedoms, then I want to die alone, without you. By being free, far from you !
Dad wanted to touch me, except that I refused him my shoulder. He then took the direction of the door. And without looking back, he said :
- A parent, who loves his child, would do all to protect him. Even if he has to become a devil in his eyes, he declared with a voice bearing the beginnings of sobs.
It had been an hour since he left the house, and I had shed as many tears as I could.
The discussion had left me with a sour taste.
Despite this, when I woke up, I was hardly exhausted. I even felt revived. What was most surprising was the fact that no pain had persecuted me. It was strange to go through this.
This new state had even allowed me to start a saga. Something that was unthinkable to me. Because of yesteryear, the fatigue accentuated by illness came to the end of months after two chapters. This unfortunate condition led me to read a book for several weeks.
Perhaps Doctor Marius was telling the truth with his capsule ? The future will tell us. I didn't want to base my hopes on a pseudo-miracle.
The last volume of the saga had just encountered the wood of my nightstand.
I got up from bed. I retrieved my journal from my dresser drawer and walked to the picture window. Furthermore, I found one of the shepherdesses and began to blacken the pages.
Dear Diary, my life boils down to a golden prison, a loving mother, a father who manages my life, a Machiavellian plan bordering on heresy, and imminent death.
When all I want is to be free. I would just like to enjoy my nineteen years, the adrenaline that life allows. Yeah, just a bit of happiness, that's the only thing I'm asking for.
Richet, the 11/30/2019.
The door opened and closed in the same way : violently. Unsurprisingly, I knew who it was. Lauriane.
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