"I'm not cryi-"

He wiped away my tears away from my cheeks. As he did that, I became concious if my wattery eyes.

Why am I crying? Am I pitying him? Or am I seeing my 7 year-old self in him?

"Thank you, young man. Now, may I know what made you cry?",
I said trying to change the subject. He tells me, that recently his cat died. I tried to comfort him. Obviously I couldn't let him stay there on the muddy road, so I brought him to his house. He gave me the adress.
"Let's meet up again, next time. Afterall I made a new friend", he said.
Cute. I thought. I promised him, that I would get him any ice cream he wants, so we could talk about different and happy stuff.

My dad was strict, even as my mum was alive.  After she died, about two years ago, he has given up on me, because he now had a new family, forgetting his past, with my mum and his one and only daughter. Me. He had an affair with that woman, while mum was still alive. Through this affair, a son named Luca was born. I don't want to disturb their lovely family time, which destroyed mine, but I stopped to care.
The man who ruined my world.
Took my friends away.
My fun, so I could become the best.
Just so he could throw me away a few years later. Laughable and pathetic, how he could destroy a seventeen year- old girl's life, just through mental pressure and missing affection. I took this job, for two reasons. First, so I can stay away from that place full of people who don't want me there.
And second, so I can live without depending on anyone.

As I entered the apartment, my phone buzzed.
A message from my aunt. I smiled at the thought of her. Thanks to her I'm not dead yet. She kind of built me up again.

[From: Aunt Sarah
-How are you doing? Did you get the job? Are you hungry? Come over if you need someone to talk.]

I let out a loud sigh, laughing at her concern. I thank her for her offer, but decline.
[I got the job, thank you for your support. But I have to prepare some stuff for school and the job. Gotta have an exemplary manner. Maybe next time, love you.]
I answer.
I head into my room, putting my bag down to the floor. I let myself fall into my bed. My phone buzzes again. I take a look. Saffiya.
[From: Saffiya
-Good evening, I know this is very spontanious, but do you think you could come tomorrow to the book store? Apparently, the staff wanted to get to know you and show you around. I hope you can!]

On a sunday? I didn't have any plans for sunday, so it didn't really bother me.

[To: Saffiya
-Yes, it would be no problem for me. I can come at 2pm.]

I took a quick shower, and changed into my pjamas. I ate dinner alone, since once for this weekend they were on a trip, so I could eat in peace. It was already 01:34 am. The time went by so fast. I brushed my teeth and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up because of the ringing of my phone. Aunt Sarah.
"Hello?", I said trying to sound awake.
"Hey, love. Come over, I made breakfast. Don't fall asleep again, so hurry"
"How did you know that I was still sleep-"
"Girl, I know you for your whole life. I obviously know that. So hurry up, it looks so delicious. I can't promise that there will be anything left for you."
I giggled and changed into my everyday clothes, brushed my teeth and finally made my bed.

As I arrived she gave me a big hug. We ate together, I stayed there till 1 pm. I helped her out. I remembered that I would have to go to the book store, so I went there.

The boss was an older woman. Despite of her having a small figure, she came off as a very serious, wise and cute woman. I met Saffiya and the staff , they showed me around. They also told me that, as a worker here, you could lend some books, with the condition that in the end there will be no scratches.
In the end, I could look around the last time. My eyes catched a very mysterious book. It was old, but I could tell it was supposed to look new. As if they intentionally tried to make it look like a very modern fantasy bookcover, but somehow something made it look old.
In the end, I borrowed it. Since my shift would begin directly monday after school, I could read it on my break, or even while i'm working.
We wished each other a good cooperation, and went home. I did my homework, ate dinner, changed into my pjamas, brushed my teeth and went directly to sleep. Somehow I was very tired.

The next morning everything went as usual. I packed my school stuff and the book I borrowed from the book store into my bag. Before they could even come, I went off to school. School was the same. Since it was the end of the year, we already had our final exams.
After school, I headed to the book store. My shift went easy, since there were not a lot of customers. I sometimes got to see Saffiya, but she was busy with work. So, I decided to take a look at the book. The book cover was old. It was simply covered with the color bordeaux. The edges were dark golden. I didn't notice it earlier, but it had neither a title nor the name of the author on it, but I assumed it was a fantasy novel, since it was in the fantasy department.
I was very tired, but the book was very interesting. There was no real enemy, or villain. All of those characters, had their reasons to act like how they acted. That was what I thought. But the book, the people and even the society made the female lead a villainess. Yes, it was a story about a main lead, who over the story, became the villainess.
She was used through this title, so anyone could tell that there was a villain, an antagonist in this story. But it was kind of forced. The book sacrificed her, so all of the events could be her fault. So everyone had someone who they could blame for their own mistakes. As I continued to read the book, I felt how my eyelids became heavier and heavier. Soon I fell asleep.

I was... dreaming? I became aware that I was falling in my dream. Deeper and deeper. Or was it a high place?
I was still falling. I couldn't control what would happen. I couldn't open my eyes. It was too surreal to be the reality, but the falling felt real.
I then fell asleep again.

I woke up, through a sudden pain over all of my body. I didn't understand what happened. But the only thing I could tell was, that I was in a different place.

Where am I ?

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