Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

"Where am i?!" I found myself screaming in the middle of the road for no reason and no idea where I am how I am here. I saw my mother in a black robe calling out to me 'Bella, Bella my sweet sweet Bella. Do come to your biological mami sweetie. Don't be scared!" She then disappeared into thin air and for the third night in a row I woke up drenched in sweat after the third bad dream. "Right that's it. I'm calling a therapist first thing in the morning to book an appointment. Let's see what my dreams think of that!" I tried to go back to sleep but all my body let me do was toss and turn and toss more. It wouldn't work and it just wasn't going to happen. "Ugh." I started saying fanculo over and over again in my head. All I could think of was stress. I eventually fell asleep and then had another dream. "Mami?" A new strange figure was questioned by myself. "No no no no. Mia." The figure replied. "Mia-cara?!!" 
"Just Mia but si I am the great Mia!!" 
I was honestly so taken aback I took my foot backward and rested my head on the back of my shoulders with my hands in front palm facing Mia. She just let out an evil cackle and mouthed the words 'goodbye' then straight off the bat disappeared. Black smoke surrounded me and i was slowly losing consciousness. I fainted and in my head heard myself scream. "HELP!!!" Damn how much those words bothered me. I couldn't stand this. I think I was in a coma but I honestly don't know. Damn. Why me? I truthfully don't get life. It's a horrid thing that stops you with its own barriers and it's own way. I had been living a lie. For the second time that night I awoke drenched in sweat. I checked the time and it was 9am. I got ready with some simple jeans and a black and white tight striped top. I had a phone call from my adoption mami Tiana. She sounded so worried yet when she told me why I sounded worried. "Non può essere morto!" I said he can't be dead in Italian if you need a translation. After a few months my university grades were slowly dropping and i soon after started to receive many threatening texts. 'I'm coming for you...' one text said. I was so creeper out I had to see a therapist. My mother Tiana also adopted a 5 year old boy with DID which is rather not talk about. So much has happened since papi's death. I screamed and kicked and did nothing but. My grades started dropping faster and eventually I was on F. I heard voices in my head; all they said was failure failure! Then I received another text saying my little brother Anthony was gone.