Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Since I remember I was a   quiet,imaginative and shy kid . With no friends, but I always enjoyed my own company. I feel like my parents were trying to protect me from the dark side of the world. Soon or later we all have to deal with the hurting truth , want we or don't want we to. I learned that the world and people were not so good in the worst way possible. I don't inspire to give a unique message or motivate someone, I just want to open my heart and puke all this bad "food" that has been feed my pure soul for a long time. Here we go. Are you ready. Am I ready for this intense story?
The place where I spent my childhood was really boring from my perspective. My house used to have this big garden a lot of fruits and all of this make your summer great even though in my case I hadn't anyone to share this with. What about the winter ? What about my favourite holidays? This was really sad for me because I had to make the tree by myself, and that was no way of snowing and this because we lived in a seaside and really warm area. Sad for a child. The day where my life real life with no filters begin was a winter day. It was excatly three days apart from the New Year Eve. I was thinking how to make my parents happy and this idea of writing cards came across my mind. I spent a lot of time creating and writing them as good as I could. And here they are finally finished. As a child I was so happy that I accomplish such a thing like that. I couldn't wait to give those to my parents and I didn't wait. I gave them those cards some minutes before we ate dinner. The thing that catched my attention was the fact that their attitude towards me wasn't as I expected . Was weird and cold while the words on those cards were beautiful and kind. I finally gathered the power inside me and decided to ask:
-What is wrong? The cards were not so good ,weren't they?
-Now you're big girl and it's time for us to tell you something really important- my mom said to me.
-Am I adopted ? Thats why I look different from you.
-Please honey can you be more mature-said my mom again while my dad was sitting there listening us.
-What then?-this words came out from my mouth and you could easily tell that I was ready to cry. 
-We decided that the best for you and us is if you get married -my dad finally spoke.
-Yes I'll marry one day I know that. I'll marry after finishing school.
-You gonna marry next week with a rich handsome boy.-and this were the most hated words for me from my mom's mouth.
I don't want to get a lot of time from your life so I'm just saving all the tears and screams from you and I'm keeping them for myself. I was just 12 at that time. Imagine the nightmare I was going to go through,but I didn't went through it. What a 12 year old kid could to save herself. Run as far as possible. But in what direction? My godmother was the first person who came to my mind but she was in the other town. What I did to go at the town was convincing my mom to go and by the wedding dress there and I did it. I convinced my mom. The car stopped. Thank god I rremembered all the steets and while my mom was talking to the stylist for a dress I run away as fast as I could. I went at my godmother I tell her everything and she decided at the moment that she was going to be the only person and the only family member in my life. After that we both knew that my mother was going to come there. So in that case we pack some things real quick and went straight to the airpoirt. Where were we going to? Neither of us knew that.
To be continued....