Quiet Lies

Introduction

What's your first memory? Perhaps it's with your family, happy and laughing. Or possibly it's the loving face of a pet. Maybe it's even the face of kind strangers who you have yet to meet. Let me guess, it's probably sweet, funny, loving, kind, joyous, something good.

Well, it's a little different for me. My first memory was loud and frightening. I was sitting in a crib, playing with a fawn stuffed animal. It was very soft, and I had found myself unable to let go of that thing. The room was dark, the only source of light coming from a door that was slightly cracked open. That was also where the noise was coming from. I didn't understand what they were saying, as I didn't even know what language was yet. I knew that it wasn't something good though, as they were shouting. Angrily. I heard someone stomp off before a door slammed shut. I started crying. I heard the person who had slammed the door start crying as well. My dad sighed before walking into my room and trying to calm me down.

Surprisingly, that's still one of my happiest memories, as things really only got worse from there. My name's Andreia, but my friends.. but I like to be called Anne or Anna! My hair is like a flame rising from the middle of my back, and there's matching embers sprinkled under my eyes. My eyes are such a deep green that you could mistake them for emeralds instead. Finally, I have a blue butterfly hair clip that I wear practically every day. Now there's just one last thing that's been bothering me..

What am I even doing?