Friendly jealousy

"Luna, please come out of your room and eat. You've been there for a week, my princess! Please don't do this to us! Open the door for us! Daddy is on his knees and since you decided to lock yourself in your room, he has never gone to work and neither have I, my daughter! Your life is not over my baby, you are still young and we need you. You are our only treasure, you are the most beautiful gift of our life and I promise you that without you, we will not have a single reason to live. Come on, open the door my darling."

****LUNA.****

I am sitting on the chair that is right in front of my wall mirror and I hear these words from my mother but I don't know what to do.

In fact, my tears are flowing but they are invisible because they can't be seen. My heart is bruised, as if a dagger had been thrust into it.

For me, life has no meaning anymore.

I just want to kill myself and end this suffering, but I don't know what is holding me back. Is it my parents' true love for me or my boyfriend who I have been ignoring for a while now? I don't know! Today, I doubt everything and I don't believe in anything or anyone anymore and why? You will know because I am going to tell you my story.

My name is Luna, I am twenty-three years old today.

When I was about to get engaged to the one I loved, my life was turned upside down and I don't think I'll ever get over it.

I remember the day my father got a very good job in a huge company in Dakar, a city in Senegal, which is a country in the African continent.

We were living in France, more precisely in the city of Rouen.

I liked it there, I went to a good school and I had many friends. I was doing ballet since I was three years old and my teacher, Madame Lemarchal, always told me that I was so brave and that I would go far.

When I was seven years old, I knew it was the last time I would see her. I gave her a big, unforgettable hug as she came to accompany us to the airport before climbing the stairs to the inside of this giant bird to get to Senegal.

The trip seemed quite long, maybe because I didn't sleep like the kids my age? Because apparently, sleeping during a trip would make the distance seem short but the opposite would make it seem long.

Either way, I wasn't sleepy and I didn't see myself forcing anything.

I stayed awake, thinking about my little life in Rouen, my teachers and mistresses and especially my friends.

Right now, I smile when I think about them. You know, the innocence of children is a wonder. They love each other for real and when they are angry, they are angry for real. They don't know how to hurt someone and even when that happens, they ask for forgiveness. They see life positively and accept it as it is without asking for more. They are honest and straightforward and it was like that with my best friend Mathéo and his sister Léa who was my best friend.

Two days before my departure, I went to sleep at their place and one day before, they came to sleep at my place. The day of my trip, we didn't want to leave each other but they had to go to school, didn't they?

It is with a lot of sorrow that we separated.

And when I arrived in Dakar, I did not forget them, I did not forget anyone.

I was enrolled in the best private school, with other students, but I always thought of them. In the residential area where I was and still am today, there were neighbors, not to mention children my age, but I could not get attached to them.

I was always alone, in my own bubble. Integrating into this new atmosphere was rather difficult for me but things had to change and it happened when I was ten years old, three years after my arrival.

To be continued...