Ever since I was forced out of my comfort zone and left my home in Russia, I find it hard to trust others. I am beginning to believe that I am paranoid because I distrust even my own shadow. Not remembering my childhood has brought me a lot of inconvenience. I don't remember my family, I have only seen my parents through photos and heard their voice in the few calls they make to me at Christmas. I don't know if I have grandparents, cousins, sisters or brothers. I asked many times about my past, but my uncle Stefano flatly refused to tell me anything about myself."Honey, it will be painful for you, since you don't remember anything. Let's avoid the subject and leave the past where it is, it's best for everyone."Those words he repeated a thousand times as he tried to figure out who I was. One day I just pretended that I stopped caring and went on with my life. The problem for me is sleep. At first I saw a family friend psychologist, he treated me like a lab rat and his conclusions wer
"Everyone sees what you look like, but few guess what you are," Niccolo Machiavelli.Of all the people around us, who truly knows you as you are? One, two, maybe three people. I realized that appearances can be deceiving, just because you dress like a hobo and your way of expressing yourself is different does not mean that you are not a good person. Sometimes in life who dresses better, who treats you better, who talks better, and even who claims to be your friend...That person is the one who stabs, hurts and kills you the best.I am content if I am truly known by only one or maybe two people... maybe.I must admit, though I don't want to, that I feel a little guilty because I am one of those people who judge a book by its cover. My surprise was great to discover that I was quite wrong. At least they are not gangbangers like I really thought they were. It's been a month since the guys came to help us with the move. My new apartment is furnished and makes me feel at home. Even though
The feeling I have in my chest is strange. For no reason I'm excited and uncomfortable. I think it's because of the blue”eyed boy, although I hope it isn't. I don't know him well enough and we've only talked a few times, but I don't understand why my heart is having this kind of emotion.This with other people had never happened to me. Well, as far as I remember, I don't think with anyone. I'm a doctor and I'm going to have to talk to a colleague to get a checkup. I cannot go through life feeling throbbing for practically unknown people.We arrived at the cafeteria a few minutes later and thousands of attempts to make them believe that my curiosity about the boy was genuine and without ulterior motives. But I will admit that I am with some very nice children. Yes, children because that's what these men look like. The only thing they have done since they arrived is talk and joke about series and cartoons."We'll go get the food," Dylan informs me. "Go first, we will find you.""Hospita
Saturday afternoon.Natasha.How quickly the hour passes when you wish you had more time to prepare. After a long day of work and very little rest, the day arrived that, with many nerves, I was waiting for. I don't quite remember the time I arrived, but I can assure you that it was early morning and I was dead sleepy. Nathan and I text each other until I go into my last surgery. In my breaks I tried to answer as much as I could. I wanted to talk to him longer, but circumstances prevented it, even if I fought against her. Nate asked me to write to him when he got home, since I usually leave the hospital very late. He just got worried and I found it quite sweet of him. He said it didn't matter what time it was and even though he was asleep, he wanted to make sure that I was safe sometime in the morning.Did I already say that that gesture where he cares about me seemed cute to me? Well, he does and I'm really not sure what I feel about him, but I like being with his company and most of
Holmby Park.Los Angeles California.Nathan.Are dates to impress the girl you like? According to my brother, yes. So why haven't I impressed Natasha one bit? From the first day I saw her I noticed a certain fear on her part towards my friends and me.Since when do I like Natasha? Arguably since she was a child. I saw her from afar, but being older than her and having no sisters, I thought she had a brother complex. She entered high school and I went to work far away, that's why we couldn't agree, we didn't get to talk or make friends.I didn't make myself known, I just walked away from her.I'm not going to deny that we came like thugs in a herd to greet their uncles and I understand their fear of us, but whenever we go to the restaurant it's the same. Sometimes we need normality and that's why we arrive, we sit down, we talk with his uncles for a while, we eat and we leave. The life that my friends and I lead is not easy at all. Breathing other airs, seeing other faces, thinking abo
Ronald Reagan Hospital UCLA Medical Center.Two weeks later...Natasha.I am the queen when it comes to killing passions. My children and grandchildren will remember me as the legendary passion killer. Mostly I tend to be a mess when it comes to fights, but I just get desperate and annoyed to see how someone gets beaten unnecessarily by their beast instincts.When I was doing an internship in Germany, I remember my patient was Queen Amaya. She came very badly injured and the hospital director asked me to take over the case. That day the queen's bodyguard and my idol were fighting. I didn't know it was him until my coworkers almost killed me for how I had treated him.Aleksandr Kozlov.The best neurosurgeon and the most influential in the world of medicine, could not be fighting in a hospital hallway with bloody clothes and the look of a serial killer.Okay, back to where I was.Two weeks ago Saturday I went out with Nathan. Hey, how time flies. One day is today and tomorrow is yesterd
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