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Fanfic: It's My Life!
Chapter: prolog
Beautiful good day.
Here is another fan fiction that was created in collaboration with Annika (unfortunately she is not registered here).
I would be very happy about clerks.
Now I wish you a lot of fun with the prologue - the beginning.
It's my life!
The finder is of course allowed to keep any spelling errors found and not corrected by me.
~~~~~
It's my life
Prologue: The beginning ...
I'm an ordinary girl ... with a pretty unusual story ...
Do you still want to hear it? My story? ... I should warn you ... She is not what you think of as a story of a young woman ...
Because I don't lead a normal life ... No! Certainly not.
You could say that I had a very good life until I was 8 years old. My parents were the best in the world, which is what everyone at this age claims of their parents.
But shortly after my 8th birthday my parents died in a traffic accident ... The other driver drove drunk into my parents' car ... They died at the scene of the accident.They left my brother Chris and me behind.
He was my support, my support ... He became my father and my mother ... He was the one who gave me love ... Although he was only 3 years older than me.
We moved in with our aunt, my father's sister. Many people will now think that she was a very generous woman because she took in her late brother's children. She would have been if she hadn't just thought of her own advantages. She took the money that was intended for our care and bought some senseless luxury items with it ...
I got my cousin's worn out things, while Chris had to make do with my cousin's clothes. We learned early on to deal with blows and not to complain. Because, in the worst case, complaining meant deprivation of food for both of us ... If we were lucky, we would only get a beating. We endured everything: the beatings, the punishments, the humiliations ... everything!So the years went by and we grew up to be "normal" teenagers.
Shortly after Chris turned 16, he came into contact with drugs for the first time. Later he also began to fixate ... At 17 he was addicted and took everything he could get his hands on. Many times I've begged him to stop getting rid of this shit and the people he called his friends ...
But his answers were mostly blows. My protector was no longer himself. When the withdrawal got too strong, he often beat me without mercy. But when he came back to his senses, he put his head on my lap and cried for a long time. I didn't care about his blows because I knew he loved me. He was the only one who loved me ... I endured everything for him ...
But then the day came when my life changed fundamentally.
It was already late, today I don't know what time it actually was. My aunt rushed me through the house all day while Chris got up early to meet his "friends".He didn't come back to the room we'd shared since we moved in until late at night.
Actually I had gotten used to asking any questions and I don't know what drove me to do it that night, but I just had to ask him where he was for so long. He came up to me without a word and I was expecting him to hit me ... but he just stopped in front of my bed.
The hand that should have hit me gently caressed my cheek. He sat down on my bed and gave me a tender look. He hadn't looked at me like that in a long time. I enjoyed that he was back to normal for a long time. I enjoyed the tenderness he showed me at that moment.
But then his gaze changed. It was like putting on a mask. Brutally he grabbed my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to scream, push him away from me, but he was bigger and much stronger than me and so he had easy play with me.He took my innocence from me while I lay sobbing under him and tears streamed down my cheeks.
When it was over his gaze became normal at first ... then he looked into my face ... His eyes glazed over ... He looked at me in shock, looked at what he had just done. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down on my face, where they mingled with mine. Without words, he dressed again and left the room. That was the last time I saw him alive. Shortly afterwards he threw himself off a bridge.
Now nothing kept me with my aunt. I took the few things I could call my own and ran away. I was alone, had no one to love me, no one to look after me. During the day I roamed the city, at night I slept under a bridge not far from where Chris died ...
After less than a week my money was used up, although I divided it up well and only bought what was absolutely necessary. After dark, I sat under the bridge as always, shivering from hunger and cold.Suddenly I saw HIM! Carlos, a handsome young man, came up to me and gave me a helping hand.
Despair ... the urge for love ...
I took this hand, because at this point I would have done anything for love and security. Really everything...
Did you want to hear my story? Then get ready for something ... Because this was just the beginning ...
My name is Laila ... and this is my story ...
~~~~~
The prologue ends here.
If you are interested in the next chapter, please leave me a picking point. (My God, how formal! XD)
Of course, I would also be happy to receive your opinion and criticism.
So take care. I wish you a nice morning / day / evening.
See you...
Yvi and Anni! * smile *
Here is another fan fiction that was created in collaboration with Annika (unfortunately she is not registered here).
I would be very happy about clerks.
Now I wish you a lot of fun with the prologue - the beginning.
It's my life!
The finder is of course allowed to keep any spelling errors found and not corrected by me.
~~~~~
It's my life
Prologue: The beginning ...
I'm an ordinary girl ... with a pretty unusual story ...
Do you still want to hear it? My story? ... I should warn you ... She is not what you think of as a story of a young woman ...
Because I don't lead a normal life ... No! Certainly not.
You could say that I had a very good life until I was 8 years old. My parents were the best in the world, which is what everyone at this age claims of their parents.
But shortly after my 8th birthday my parents died in a traffic accident ... The other driver drove drunk into my parents' car ... They died at the scene of the accident.They left my brother Chris and me behind.
He was my support, my support ... He became my father and my mother ... He was the one who gave me love ... Although he was only 3 years older than me.
We moved in with our aunt, my father's sister. Many people will now think that she was a very generous woman because she took in her late brother's children. She would have been if she hadn't just thought of her own advantages. She took the money that was intended for our care and bought some senseless luxury items with it ...
I got my cousin's worn out things, while Chris had to make do with my cousin's clothes. We learned early on to deal with blows and not to complain. Because, in the worst case, complaining meant deprivation of food for both of us ... If we were lucky, we would only get a beating. We endured everything: the beatings, the punishments, the humiliations ... everything!So the years went by and we grew up to be "normal" teenagers.
Shortly after Chris turned 16, he came into contact with drugs for the first time. Later he also began to fixate ... At 17 he was addicted and took everything he could get his hands on. Many times I've begged him to stop getting rid of this shit and the people he called his friends ...
But his answers were mostly blows. My protector was no longer himself. When the withdrawal got too strong, he often beat me without mercy. But when he came back to his senses, he put his head on my lap and cried for a long time. I didn't care about his blows because I knew he loved me. He was the only one who loved me ... I endured everything for him ...
But then the day came when my life changed fundamentally.
It was already late, today I don't know what time it actually was. My aunt rushed me through the house all day while Chris got up early to meet his "friends".He didn't come back to the room we'd shared since we moved in until late at night.
Actually I had gotten used to asking any questions and I don't know what drove me to do it that night, but I just had to ask him where he was for so long. He came up to me without a word and I was expecting him to hit me ... but he just stopped in front of my bed.
The hand that should have hit me gently caressed my cheek. He sat down on my bed and gave me a tender look. He hadn't looked at me like that in a long time. I enjoyed that he was back to normal for a long time. I enjoyed the tenderness he showed me at that moment.
But then his gaze changed. It was like putting on a mask. Brutally he grabbed my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to scream, push him away from me, but he was bigger and much stronger than me and so he had easy play with me.He took my innocence from me while I lay sobbing under him and tears streamed down my cheeks.
When it was over his gaze became normal at first ... then he looked into my face ... His eyes glazed over ... He looked at me in shock, looked at what he had just done. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down on my face, where they mingled with mine. Without words, he dressed again and left the room. That was the last time I saw him alive. Shortly afterwards he threw himself off a bridge.
Now nothing kept me with my aunt. I took the few things I could call my own and ran away. I was alone, had no one to love me, no one to look after me. During the day I roamed the city, at night I slept under a bridge not far from where Chris died ...
After less than a week my money was used up, although I divided it up well and only bought what was absolutely necessary. After dark, I sat under the bridge as always, shivering from hunger and cold.Suddenly I saw HIM! Carlos, a handsome young man, came up to me and gave me a helping hand.
Despair ... the urge for love ...
I took this hand, because at this point I would have done anything for love and security. Really everything...
Did you want to hear my story? Then get ready for something ... Because this was just the beginning ...
My name is Laila ... and this is my story ...
~~~~~
The prologue ends here.
If you are interested in the next chapter, please leave me a picking point. (My God, how formal! XD)
Of course, I would also be happy to receive your opinion and criticism.
So take care. I wish you a nice morning / day / evening.
See you...
Yvi and Anni! * smile *