Who is she? She is the one

Chapter One

On my memory

I remember, being lay on a hospital bed. I remember seen my mom feeding me will she was telling jokes and I was laughing, I don't really remember what kind of jokes she was telling, I don't remember any sound, it's like a video without sound , you know?

I also remember someone gave me a doll, I don't remember who gave it to me , just remember seeing a hand gaving it to, I was really happy. Yes it was just a doll but I really liked her.

Yes I was operated five times to my heart

I remember when we had a really nice big house. My mom, dad and two poder sisters, I loved and sill love that house, I past so much good times in there.

Oh! and it was in belgium, yes, I was born in belgium, I miss that times so much, we were a really happy family, well, I though we were.

I remember when we were eating all together on the table, playing with my sisters, playing with my parents, when we weared weird things just yo make the others laugh, when we past so much time on a portuguese coffee, because yeah, we are portuguese. When we got in portugal in vacations, christmas or summer, we were with family and things like that, I miss it all.
My parents divorced when I had about 4 years old and then we gotta live in Portugal, Lisbone where my mom's family were and still be.

All was going ok untill I get my 7 years old. My das used call me and my sisters every week, vacations with him and all. We were good. But when I about 7 years old I start go to school, the first day das horrible and te others were ok but when de have a break of 15 minutes, theres always a girl saying I couldn't play with her cousin, I didn't know why and still don't know.
There das another girl, she was always saying I was ugly, fat, discusting and no one should never play with me.
And it continues untill I get 11 years old, it was always getting worse and hurting me more, but then I changed to another country because my parents had problems finding a job, so we had to go to live in switzerland with my mom, step-father, sister and little sister, the older sister was already married so yeah.

Oh I didn't told you guys but the boys were always telling me mean things, and it make me start being really shy and don't talk to the boys or even with anyone, I don't know i'm scared of saying stupid things.
So it was hard at the begining at school 'cause I really didn't knew any word in french, so I had to be in a special class to learn french and I did it so well. So I stayed 4 years and a half living in switzerland , and there eas when i know my best friend , we have the same dream, so we're working for it.

If you'te wonder why I don't talk much about my father, well...I'm hurt, normally he should call to talk with me and my sister but guess what? yup, he doesn't call. He got married with another woman and she make him don't call us or even try , I don't know why or waht I did but fuck it, right?

My best friend and I knew each other but it was like we already knew for years, it's amazing how we're crazy when we are together and how we can be ourselfs.
Now I live in France and let me tell you, I don't like it, I feel like I don't belong here, like I wasn't made to be here. I don't even want to do anything, I just want to be alone and don't want yo be eith anyone. I don't want to know people, I don't want to be with people, I don't even want to wake up every morning because I know I have to be with people every sinvle day.
I cry at night because I am so not in my place that I miss my dad, my best friend (she's in England now) I miss my family , I miss everything that isn't there.

So this is the begging of a story, my story.

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So this is my first fiction
I know it's short but it's just the beggining 😉