Even if the years go by and you get hurt a lot...Never forget where you come from.August 11th of some year."Promise me that no matter how much noise you hear, you won't come out of hiding," he asked desperately, taking my hand."What's going on? Sasha, you're scaring me," my voice sounded agitated.I didn't get any answer, we just kept running for I don't know how long and stopped at a door. Sasha looked at me with pleading eyes for me to answer and with a squeeze on her hand, I gave her to understand that I would. He held tightly to it as he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. He opened the door after a few minutes and ushered me quickly into the dark place. He motioned for me to be quiet and go hide. He handed me the pocket knife that Grandpa had given him as a birthday present and leaving me alone, he closed the door very carefully so as not to make any noise."Where do I hide if everything is too dark and I can't see anything?", nervously I thought.Not even ten minutes ha
An hour later we were entering my aunt and uncle's house. The atmosphere was very happy and you could tell they were serious about the celebration. It was supposed to be quite a family affair, but I guess not. In the house were the Ackerman brothers and some of my uncle's friends.-Masha, Dani," my aunt called cheerfully, "may I introduce Nathan and Logan's parents," the couple got up from the couch where they were sitting."Tritri Ackerman," the lady smiles at us, "I was looking forward to meeting them.""Our boys have told us so much about you," the father extends his hand. "Cobs Akerman.""I leave you girls in good hands," my aunt informs us. "I have to finish preparing lunch."I look over at the Ackerman brothers and smile to see them so engaged in a conversation that, it seems, is interesting. I turn my attention back to Nate's parents and now my friend is the one who is surprised."Danielle Barone," my friend introduces herself, "are you the owners of Cobs Company? "she asks, an
Is that my loving uncle?He can't be talking to me like that. I can't believe then that it's true everything that so-and-so message told me. I've lived deceived all this time and I've been with people so cruel to keep a secret like this.They are celebrating the death of a human being!"My brother saved my life, he can't have killed him like this!", I thought, with a lump in my throat.I lower my gaze and bring it to my hands that are shaking, wet and cold. I feel my heart pounding and my pulse feels like I'm running a marathon. I close and open my hands several times to try to get the blood circulating, for some reason I see them very white and maybe the coldness in them is due to lack of good circulation.Where are the others? I don't hear them and I don't see them either. What's wrong with my breathing? I'm running out of air and I'm having a hard time breathing.Am I dying?"Natasha!" I hear Nathan's voice in the distance.Where is he? I must look miserable in his eyes.Maybe he t
We arrived at a small and cozy house, note the sarcasm. It really is beautiful, though. He shows me where the kitchen is, the bathroom and where I will sleep. He searches his room for a shirt, boxer shorts and a pair of socks to lend me. I take a shower, start getting dressed and look at myself in the mirror sighing.I am a total walking lie.Everything Stefano told me is a farce. He forgets that he was the one who taught me how to read looks. They created a fantasy world for me, but they forgot that reality would one day come to me. The Rinaldi's are not my family, Sasha killed their daughter and I am probably the daughter of mobsters."How beautiful is my life full of lies," I thought.I leave the bathroom and with heavy steps I walk towards the bedroom. The house is beautiful and really cozy. It has that familiar atmosphere, the love of home. What I feel is missing in my life.Love, family... My family.Nathan is finishing putting some sheets and pillows on the bed when I arrive in
A few weeks later...This is simply ridiculous, unheard of, abnormal, out of this world and I don't know what other adjective I can put to what is happening to me. If overnight your whole perfect life starts to fall apart with so many lies, I don't think anyone would react in the nicest way.I will say the most cliché phrase that everyone on this earth knows."If you had told me months ago that I would be going through all of this I simply wouldn't believe it."Cliché, right?Well, I just don't understand why they had to lie to me. I was 7 years old and I didn't remember anything. To me it would all be true and it didn't cost them to tell me how I got here. To be honest with a child who despite having no memories could handle what they could tell me.They were my only truth after all.What could go wrong?I was a girl and I could fix everything by crying for a few days until I got over it. I don't belittle children by saying they cry, but it's easier to explain how we feel when we're
At ten past four in the afternoon, I was standing as a good patient at the door of her office. Although I knew that her shift was over, she always stayed a while in case I came in."Patient, today did you deign to show up at your doctor's office," she asked in a sardonic voice when she saw me standing in the doorway."I will look for another psychologist, mine is crazy," we started to laugh."You know the protocol, you're a doctor here," he winks at me.I walk through and close the door to take a seat on a couch next to hers. She pulls out her notebook and putting on her best crazy face, begins the game of rummaging through my mind.Here we go again."From the look on your face, I know you don't want to talk, but I inform you that we have all day," she looks at me amused. "Cancel all my appointments, Miss Russian." she smiles mischievously. "Whenever you want, start talking about whatever you want."With Danielle nothing surprises me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if she is like that, or
Olympia Medical Center.Larchmont Village- United States.Receiving that call brought my world crashing down. It felt like the drive from one state to another took forever, and two hours later Nathan, Danielle and I were arriving at a hospital in Larchmont. I was able to tell him what was happening before I started to feel anxious and lose my speech. He listened to me in my little panic attack and sat me in the car while he called Danielle to come with us.Neither of them said anything on the way to the hospital and I really appreciated it. I didn't and don't have words to describe how I feel right now. The whole trip Nate's warm right hand never left mine and he held it tightly.Right now I feel a little disoriented, but I know that if I'm with him, somehow I have a feeling that everything will be okay.As soon as he stopped the car in front of the hospital, I almost ran to the front desk to ask for my aunt. Every minute that passed without hearing from her was killing me. Nate and D
We arrived at the office and on the walls there were several awards and diplomas. He is known for being an eminent figure in the world of medicine and if we ignore the fact that he is a multimillionaire, it would be even better. I know his life by heart because I really admire him as a human being and professional.I hope to be that famous and successful as I enter my thirties.After quickly looking around the place and wandering in my mind for a while, I remember who I'm with and come back to reality."Before you start talking, I want you to know that I am also a doctor and you can talk to me straight away because I will understand everything you have to tell me," I tell him, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.He nods, giving me a look full of pride, as he takes a seat in his chair, and then checks some things on his desk."Due to the car accident there was a fracture in the vertebrae," he says, I swallow thickly, as I look at the X-ray film he shows me. "An X-ray was ta