Page 12 of Heal Me

At least once in my life can I shut my mouth and listen to others?

"Okay?" asks mother and crosses her arms on her chest.

No, mom, don't listen to my stupid mouth.

"Yeah," I nod my head.

"That's all, Amelia Melnyk, you will be without pocket money from today."

I grab my heart.

"Mom," I can barely speak and fall to the ground.

I twist like a child in the womb, continuing to hold on to my heart, which hurts "horribly".

"Sweetheart," my mum runs up and falls on her knees next to me. "Where does it hurt?"

I look up at her with eyes red from tears:

"In my soul," I answer and pretend that I am dying.

"Amelia," mom shouts. "You should have gone to acting school, not to medical, is it possible to be mocked like that?"

I stand up and make a low bow, put two hands to my heart, as if amazed by the loud applause of the audience.

"I don't care about your money," I finally say.

I really care, but I can't give up. I can't retreat. I can't finally pull my tongue out of my mouth and stick it somewhere further.

"We'll talk in a week."

"In a week you will fly here, checking if I'm still alive and take back your words."

"We'll see," mom leaves the room, loudly closing the door behind her.

"We'll see," I smiled.

Chapter 6

Aweek passed, and I really saw that my mother was not going to take back her words. Not at all what I expected. Fortunately, I saved all the money I earned in the summer when I worked several shifts as a waitress and didn't spend it, but who knows how long it will last.

"Just apologise," says Sebastian and puts more crisps in his mouth.

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Oh, yeah, our Amelia never apologises to anyone." He sips a coke. "It can't go on like this, mom is going crazy, why are you doing this to her?"

"It's annoying. I am not five years old, I can't fulfil all her whims."

"Studying and not ruining yourself, do you think it's whims?"

I'm ready to argue with my brother again, when the door opens and bodies pour into the room. Well. Saturday night all my friends usually spent in clubs, and Sebastian and I watch movies.

My brother probably shouldn't be proud of the fact that at the age of twenty-six he's babysitting his younger sister, but that's why I love him.

"Hi," Yara smiles, most likely at Sebastian, because she gives him a silly look and waves her hand stupidly. "How are you?" She straightens her already seemingly impossible large cutout, showing her chest while falling onto the bed.

Unfortunately, she didn't take into account that the black leather skirt was too short, and the black tights didn't cover… everything that was supposed to cover.

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