Heart Memories

Why?

Another ordinary day insummer. Birds sang cheerfully some one of their annoying musics;leaves swinging in wind way, and a strongly hot weather has gave me aheadache. However bad it may seems, all my mornings are just uglylike that. And these ugly daily morning are probably the mostexciting part of my days.

Just because was the onlytime that I could do whatever I wanted.

I was only three-years-oldwhen those fucked up who gave me birthday were arrested and theshitty system throw me into an orphanage. Since, everyday of my lifeit has been a survival challenge. I used to hate all this place, allthis people, all this guardians – whom, just like me, weremiserable here, but probably thanks to the sucked paycheck. Thanks tothat, I used to have a secret spot. I liked to be alone.

I really did. That spot wasthe only place where I could be in peace, hide from everyone. By themorning, the entire orphanage remain in the yard during the recess.Noisy kids played, grumpy adults complain their problems and thelittle me rested in peace far away from them. Nobody knew I wasn'tthere; nobody missed me and that was awesome.

But my happiness never canlast more than a minute.

– Help, you need to helpme! Please, let me hide here!

I don't remember his name,his voice, his age, his reason... I don't remember nothing at all.All that I remember is: a foreign kid, a bit older than me, living inthe same orphanage, was founded my secret spot. After that, mypeaceful spot has never been peaceful anymore.

He was the worst kid in theentire orphanage

[Sound of alarm clock]

– Was a dream...? Urgh, ofcourse it was, stupid me.

I had woken up thanks to themost annoying digital device ever, whose the only function in theworld is to wake me every morning and remind me how empty my life is.Sorry if I sound grumpy, but I'm not a little eight-years-old kidanymore. I'm an adult and I have total right to be grumpy.

Ignore that I was a crabbyeight-years-old kid too.

My name is Trafalgar Law and Idon't have any relatives, family or friends. When I came to legal ageI was kicked off from the only place I knew and, for a huge luck, Ididn't end in the streets. Not totally, at least.

Everyday since I got kicked fromthe orphanage I slept in a different place until I find out theperfect spot: an old abandoned market that I made my home for acouple of years.

Thanks to my great talent ofbeing alone and my passion for reading, I hid some non-importantinformation and get in to a college after my note high in theentrance exam. I've promised to myself to not be miserable and giveup my life so easily.

I went to the medicinecollegeand that's a victory I made all by my own.

Now, with 32-years-old, I'mproud of owner a very nice two floors house and a job in one of themost renowned trauma hospitals in the country, as a chief or surgery.Wasn't luck or anything; I wasn't a "chosen of God". I'mlike anyone else, just took advantage of the fact I was always aloneand started reading some school books in my free times, which are thewhole day.

I had never needed friends orshit.

Whatever, let me go to whatmatter. It's eight o'clock right now and the hospital was quiet,which are a big rarity, so I went to the snack bar and bought somecoffee.

Nevertheless, like it have beenfor all my life, I'm not able to have a single peace minute, so intheexactly fucking moment I paid the fucking coffee, they paged mebecause some stupid made stupicy.