Amore Rosa

Chapter One: The Bridge

I breathed in the fresh night time air. My arms resting on the rusted bridge railings. The wind blew lightly, making my hair dance with it. This is my favourite place to go. Its the only place to go to for piece and quiet. Where else could I go? My parents don't give a shit about me.

Every time I feel down or I'm going to a dark place, mentally, I always come here, because like I said, it is my favourite place. It is my place.

You hear about people, young people like me, going out, having fun, drinking and just letting loose. But I cant do that. My best friends, Bri and Jess, are so relaxed and drinks through the night and just has fun all the time.

It scared me to think that I'm reckless whilst drunk. Who knows what could happen. I've heard all the bad shit that happens all the time at parties, night club, etc.

But as I stand here and watch, below, the stream that ran through the bridge, I feel carefree and loose- relaxed. Nothing can take me away from this place.

But my thoughts go away as I hear a ping. My phone. I roll my eyes as I take my phone out and look who's ringing.

Mom.

I could not get some time away without being interrupted.

I sighed.

Have they finally realised I have left... four hours ago. I thought as I stared at the bright screen.

"Yeah, hello."

A voice came through the phone not a second later.

"Bonjour!" They dragged on the word. I could tell they were drunk. Giggles and slurred voices, more than one came on.

Mom and dad. They were always tipsy or drunk.

A good drink or two would be fine, but shots till they drop? Nope.

"What's up?" I asked with a sigh.

"Everyone's come for your birthday!" My mother screams down at the line.

My birthday didn't matter anymore. Turning nineteen should have been a good thing. I should be celebrating. But for six years, my birthday didn't matter anymore. My parents only do it for an excuse to get drunk. 

It seems that, they do deserve the break. So a party, for their daughter is a good way to get one.

Mother does work, sometimes, but the other times, she just looks after the house. My dad works all the time and he's not home a lot.

People could say he's a workaholic, but I think it's just an excuse to get away from us, his family. I laugh at that, because I think I would use that excuse too.

"Okay..?" A pause "And?"

"And you should come. Come downstairs!"

She must've not realised I left the house. She was most likely drunk before the party.

"I'm not even there what the fu-" I started but she just disconnected. The audacity! I don't even care, to be honest but she never lets me finish. Like I said, I'm always interrupted. She doesn't even know that I'm not in the house.

I look down at the bridge. The water moves elegantly. The tiny ripples going over the rocks making little splashed. The noise of the water calms me.

The rain, ocean and rivers calms me down; the noise of the rain when it hits the ground,the ocean when the waves overlaps each other is a sight to see, the river when it moves down the stream.