Silly me.

chapter one: 28 July 2016

"MOM, DAD, PLEASE COME BACK, AAAAA , MOOOOOOM, DADDYYYYY" i scream running down the street trying to catch them desperately, but i will never because they are gone , but mom cant do this to me "MOM" i screamed one last time before i heard uncle Ben calling me.

"KASKADA" he cried as he ran towards me but then my vision went blurry and from blurry to black.

I panicked as i fell from the comfortable bed to the hard, cold floor..... oh it was just a dream.

To be more precise, it is a memory, formed as a dream. Silly me, i really thought i can catch them.

I look at the calendar that's hanging on the wall of my room, as i got up from the floor setting on the bed.

Seriously, aaaaa today Ben is taking me to my monthly check up, for God's sake, am i really forced to get out of bed? I hate my monthly check up, but do i dare and tell uncle Ben about that?, not in a million years, because no matter how much i refuse and complain, i will go so he won't be upset, but truly, madly, deeply i don't wanna get out of bed today, i just feel that something bad will happen.

I get my lazy butt out of bed and walk to the calendar, 28 July 2016, at least i passed 25 July , i hate July.

Knock, knock.

I heard as the door flew open and when i turned to see who opened the door, though i know it was Ben. "Why did you knock on my door if you are coming in one way or another?" I asked as i narrowed my eyes at him. "Depends on how you define knocking? " he said crossing his arms, leaning against the wall. "Asking for permission for coming in, obviously, what about you?" I asked as i started making my bed. "Hitting the door using your fist, dahh" he said, poking my right arm.

"Whatever get dressed, we have a doctor to visit." He said as he left my room.

I went to the bathroom, and stripped out of my pjs, bra and panties, i turned the cold water tap on.

I closed my eyes, as the cold water was hitting my head, sliding through my hair, all the way down to my back, i used both my palms to rub the hair that escaped my head to my face away back to my head where it came from.

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I stepped out of the shower and before i grab the towel to dry my body, i looked at the girl in the mirror, i have my father's eyes, but i am like my mother, i use my eyes to read people but i close them when i don't want someone to read me.

My soul is messed up, as if it was hit by a truck, why my soul doesn't heal? 13 year passed and still my wounds are wide open, but fortunately, they don't bleed.

I grabbed the towel and warped it around my body, brushed my teeth, dried my hair; morning routine, Done.

I stepped out of the bathroom, going straight to the nightstand next to my bed unplugging my phone, i checked the time, it was 8:23 am.

I picked a white button up shirt, ripped short and no makeup, i hate it, it is just putting layers of some shit to look pretty, i mean why guy's don't ? It is because they don't give a flying fuck, but we girls think we look better when we wear makeup, ok maybe a bit of mascara, lipstick and a bit of eye shadow, and that is only on special occasions, not a morning routine for god's sake.

Whatever.

I take one more glance, just white vans, and Done.

I find my way downstairs, sadly i can't have breakfast, doctors will need blood samples, so my body should be clear .

"You ready baby doll?" Ben asked, not looking up from his plate.

"Out of every breakfast food option, you choose berry pancakes? Why would you do that to me?" I whine like a baby.