THE GIRL I KNEW

43. STORMY HAZEL EYES. - T.O.C 2.

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****SIX YEARS AGO****

****University Of Cambridge****
****CAMBRIDGE****
****England, U.K****

GABRIELLA'S POV:

The next day, I set off for Mexico and my grandparents were shocked when they saw me on their doorstep. Even the security was surprised to see me when I arrived at the gates of mi familia's estate.

Of course, mi Tio Antonio called my mom immediately to ask of what happened. And I'm guessing she told him what she was able to tell him. When the phone call ended, it was evident my uncle was confused but most especially - mad as fuck. He never liked him so this just made matters worse.

When I arrived, I couldn't even talk. I was so numb and tired that it took two seconds and I collapsed on the floor. All I could remember was my older cousin - Angel, rushing towards me.

I guess I was rushed to the hospital because I woke up the next morning on a hospital bed with drips attached to my sensitive skin. Abuela and Tia Antonia told me I fainted and I've actually been out for five whole days. But I didn't say anything, I was too weak to reply.

After some days later, I got discharged and reached home. I got a surprise visit from all my friends, plus my cousins. Everyone tried to make me talk but.... nothing. Mi Abuelita was so worried about me but I guess the Holy Spirit ministered to her on what action to take next.

A similar situation like this happened seven years ago and there was ONLY one person who was able to make me talk. It took a while for them to realize it this time though. The thing was that she was away for the summer in Puerto Rico. But then, a week passed by and I received a knock on my door which was followed by the presence of my one and only best friend - Camilla Sanchez. If I'm not mistaken, It took her fourteen hours to make my mouth open.

And when it opened, it was THE MOST DISGUSTING THING THAT MY NOSTRILS INHALED, not to mention how PAINFUL my entire mouth and throat felt because I didn't speak for two straight weeks. It's actually three if you don't count when Mr. Lombardi touched my shoulder.

Slowly, I became alive...well, barely. I still feel like a walking dead because the inside of me feels so empty anddddd...DEAD. But at least, I was better than before. For the past one year, I was everything from before shit hit the fan except from being HAPPY. That was the ONLY thing I lacked.

I went back to my old school, keep in mind that people were shocked that I came back. My friends missed me but still, there were still some people that tried to bully or make fun of me and my dramatic familia, emphasis on my DAD'S RECENT DRAMA.

But you guys know me, no one has the guts to hurt a perra from mi familia. Even though I was a sad bitch, somehow, the Nathaniel Dalmonte in me increased to a maximum level and I excellently showed them I wasn't to be messed with.

Bla bla bla. I finally graduated which was earlier this year. During my time in high school till now, like I said, I opened my YouTube channel, so I was gifted with an internet presence. Like they keep on saying about me, the fame that my entire family has - most especially my mother earned my YouTube channel with over fifty million subscribers and thirty nine million followers on instagram. Thanks mom.

Beat that Kylie Jenner.

Well, she has more followers than me but when she was my age, she didn't sooooo...BEAT THAT.