Cry and cry this new dream...
The sad Truth 'bout Life
Her story, her moments, her life...
ChApTeR oNe: who am i really?
Being born in a shed isn't as pleasant as tu might think it is. My life is all about sadness and betrayal. amor and compassion. I couldn't stand much longer of this. My parents abandoned me. I was in an orphanage for basically all my life. The names Natalie. But i like being called Bella. Natalie seems to safisticated. I'm not like another human. People think i am but I'm not. Some say half breed other say... Others don't really talk to me. Sometimes i think how it would have been if i had been human. Well, i will never find out. Will i?
My name is Natalie Rosabella Mason. I was born premature on September 13 1987. Right now I'm 13 though.
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I walked the streets of Toronto watching people scurry around. It was navidad and every one was buzzing around either shopping for comida o gifts. A fury of hate started to push it's way through me. "Why me?" i thought. "Why not someone else?" I sighed and crossed the streets a dozen other people. I'm an orphan. My parents had abandoned me. I never knew why but probably because i was not normal. But what is normal? No one in the world is normal even the innocent children that run around with out a care in the world. My fury then grew. Sometimes watching those humans in pain sometimes soothes my own loathing. It makes me feel happy in some sick way. I like that feeling. Sometimes i share the same thoughts as the victim him o herself. But mostly is the predictor. It made me smile.
I walked past the church the snow wasn't falling as heavily anymore it was lighter now. The town was cover in blankets of snow that now is wet mucky and squishy. My boots squeaked together. As i passed my feet shuffled a little más faster than walking. When a stopped to cruzar, cruz another road i felt something quick and sharp fast through my back. It felt that someone had just hit me but when i looked around to see who it was i fell face first into the cold wet snow. Looking straight ahead i saw people running from where the sharp pain i believe came from. I lied there cold. "I must get up o i should catch cold." I held my hand up and touched something. I used it to get up but i man yelled. "Hey! Let go of me!" I fell again. My hair dripping with dirty water. Blood drained from my back. I could feel it. It was warm at it passed my cheek then stained the snow. It looked bright red amounts the pale white snow. It reminded me of my favorito! flowers. A red and white rose. amor and peace. But this didn't symbolize that this symbolized death and cold. My mouth slacked and a thick warm red ooze gushed out of my mouth leaving más red stains on the snow. My eyes closed with out wanting them to. The last thing i remembered was me thinking of my parents and how we would have made a perfect family together.
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I woke hours later in a blue room. It seemed kind of small. I looked around i saw one of those I.V things that hospitals have. "I was in a hospital?" I thought. A doctor came in and was startled por my gaze.
"Oh your awake." It wasn't a pregunta though just a statement.
"Whats your name?" He asked.
I thought about that for a moment. "Natalie o Rosa. Rosa i suppose." "Rosa."
"Your full name please."
I sighed. I hate my full name. " Natalie Rosabella Mason."
"Well Natalie. Seems like your alright. No damage happened." He looked over the sheet in front of him.
"Rosa, if tu don't mind." I mumbled
He began to take a step towards the door then turned in my direction."Rosa then. I have to go contact parents that tu are alright."
"But i don't have any parents. They dead i asume." My eyes looked sad. Well that's what i thought they did.
"Heavens no child. There right here waiting for you." He was shocked por my reaction.
"Who had the orphanage now sent to pretend to be my parent now." I thought with a grumpy tone. It was surtently true. This had not been my first time i had happened to land somewhere and someone had to call my parents and instead of the real deal i got a man who was sixty o a teen pretending to be a thirty año old woman. I didn't know how people didn't see thought that.
The doctor came back minutos late with a young man and an even younger woman. The man seemed to be in his late twenties and the woman seemed to be in her early twenties.
"Bella this is your parents. tu should probable already know that." He chuckled at himself. Then stowed away to the siguiente room across the hall.
I looked at them. I didn't know how my real parents looked like so i wasn't sure if that was them. But i doubt it. They can't be. "Hello Rosa." dicho the woman.
"How do tu know my name. Aren't tu just here to sign the release form and take me back to that filthy orphanage?" i asked crossly.
"Rosa don't tu know your own parents." She replied her expression never changing.
"Yes i do. Their the freaks who got me in this mess." I looked away from them refusing to meet their gaze.
"But other wise no."
"Oh dear. Don't tu have a picture of us. When we sent tu of to that place we place a picture with you. We told them when tu were old enough tu should know the truth." She whispered to me and dared to come closer.
I looked at her. Then she took out a picture of three people. A man a woman and a child that seemed to look like me. WOW. It was me. The man and the woman holding me were them. From looking at them then back to me tu could see the resemblance. I had the woman curly hair the mans color of the hair. The woman face and the man big brown eyes. It was like tu could stare miles into them.
I looked up to them. My parents. At long last i have found them. But, it wouldn't be that easy to earn my trust again the should know that. There was something about my father that seemed odd. Very odd. It was the same with my mother. In the picture my father was only pale and had deep chocolate brown eyes and my mother had blue flashy eyes and her cheeks were flushed. She was smiling and tears ran own her rosy red ciruela, ciruelo cheeks. Now they were both kind of the same. Both were pale and had brown eyes.
The girl who HAD a life....