Hi. I'm Coraline. And this is my story. I don't really know where to start, but I have an idea. How about I tell you from the real beginning, my birth?
I was born in Sweden, but my dad had already left. My mom was only 16 when she had me, and apparently my dad couldn't cope with the fact he was going to be a father. I know his name, actually. Benjamin Lundvik. Sounds like a nice guy, right? Well, he wasn't. He was really abusive to my mother when they where together. He beat her numerous times, and he also raped her. Twice. She simply couldn't leave him, she feared her life.
When I was born, my mother had to work a job all alone and raise me on her own. She was fucking sixteen. She coped with depression and, well, in the end she killed herself. I don't really know much about it, since I was only some months old. They brought me to an orphanage, where I also only lived for a few weeks. Apparently I was a very naughty kid over there. Back to the story now. After a few weeks two sweet, Italian people adopted me and named me Coraline. My fathers. They're named Ermal and Fabrizio. They're really nice people, although they're a little too protective.
For real, I brought a nice guy home from school two years ago, and they turned him down immediately. His name was Mahmood. He was half Egyptian, and, well, he was hot and cute, okay? Whatever!
So that's me and my family. But it's only a small part of my story. That's another level baby, like we say at home.
So, my dads raised me with a lot of love. Speaking of which, the whole family is in love with music and everything around it. My dads are a singing duo, and I love playing the drums so much. I went to music school until I was 18 (I took percussion, singing and guitar classes over there) and graduated with all A's. I know I shouldn't be talking about my grades, but I'm just really proud of them.
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Coraline (Ethan x reader)
Fiksi Penggemar~ But Coraline doesn't wanna eat no. Yes, Coraline would like to disappear! And Coraline cries, Coraline has anxiety,... ~ ~ You'll come back to me looking tired. You'll come back to me with cuts on your wrists. ~ Coraline has never really loved her...