I was only three when it first happened. My brother and I were laying in bed, trying to fall asleep when we heard shouting. It was our mom and dad. Jonathan (my brother) had been three years old like me, so we started crying. Our parents couldn't do anything but only to came in our bedroom and calm us down. The second time it happened was after they came back from Egypt. They were unpacking their suitcases and everything was fine until they started shouting. The last time it happened it was the breaking point. I was only five, but I still remember all the shouting from their bedroom. John and I entered their bedroom and saw that our parents were standing on the opposite sides of their bed and shouting non-stop. We tried to stop them, but it only got worse. They started shouting everyday of the week and finally when my great-grandmother couldn't take it anymore, she took us to live with her in Switzerland.
While I was living in Switzerland, I had a lot of babysitters, because my great-grandmother was always at work. All the babysitters were nice, but they didn't care about us. They lived with us only because of money. That´s why my brother and I were so evil to them and they would run away. Our parents didn't show up or talk to us over that year. It was summer when we got a new babysitter. Her name was Lena and she was the best. She even became my Godmother when I was eight.
My first day of school hadn't the best one ever. My parents didn't even show up, they called at night saying that they were very happy for John and me, but nothing else. We were only five when we went to school. On the 20th of November, it was my 6th birthday. My parents called us in the morning saying that they both would come and celebrate no matter what and we believed them. But they came at night when we were already sleeping. Every New-Years, all of our family would spend it together, but that year there was only my brother, Lena and great-grandmother. They promised they would come and again I believed, but again just like with my birthday, they didn´t.
Later, my father took us to meet his new girlfriend, she was very sweet and nice, but as soon as we were out of her house, she told our father that if she ever saw us again, she would broke up with him.
Our mother called us only once a month. Every summer, John, Lena and I would go to Los Angeles. It was nice and sunny. I loved being there, but I knew I would've love it even more if my parents were there too. From ages 6 to 9, everything was in blue. My father found himself a new wife, who was pregnant and already had one child (not from my father) and hated us, my mother found a new husband, who also hated us, but our parents were happy so we were quiet. Then we found out that my mother was pregnant with one more child from my dad. We first met him when he was four. His name is Colin. And he also started living with us.
When I became ten, my mom finally decided it was time to grow up and take care of us. Lena helped her at first, but then our mother said that she didn't need her anymore, so Lena left. At first everything was ok; we transformed to another school, we studied and our mother took care of us, but then she started cheating on her husband. When he found out, he was very angry, so they got a divorce. At first John, Colin (who was very smart for his age) and I were very happy, that he was gone, but when everything crushed. Our mother didn't show up at home sometimes, John and I had to transform to another school, which was lower level, because of our bad grades and skipping school (we had to drive there and our mother wasn't home sometimes). At that time we were 12 and Colin 7. Our dad found a new girlfriend. He called once in awhile, but only to ask how we were doing. Our conversations with him and mother were empty, they didn´t mean anything. There was no love, nothing in them.
My grades even in my new school weren't good. I was very bad. I didn't follow the rules, I put my friends before school. I had a boyfriend who was fourteen and dated me only because my family had money and I dated him only because he was popular. I started smoking and stealing cigarettes from my mom. I didn't care about anybody and they didn't care about me. I would lie a lot to everyone, only to get money or skip school to go for walk with my friends. My grandmother (Seraphina) saw everything that was happening to me (my brother was ok) and asked my father to take us and take care of us, but he said "he had too much work to do". When I became 16, I lost my virginity to some guy I don't even know, I was still living with Seraphina and she took care of us, but I still was doing what I used to. Then Seraphina said that John, Colin and I would move to Brooklyn and study there. When we asked why she said because our father went to jail and our mother was in the car accident so we better forget about them (like I remembered in the first place) and start living a different life..
Now I am unpacking my suitcases in my new house. Tomorrow is my first day in a new school. I am not nervous, I don't even care. I am a short red-head with green eyes, freckles and badass clothes, cigarettes and fake ID. That's all I need to survive in this world. I loved my parents and they destroyed me, they loved me and they destroyed me. Some people might say it's cruel that this is not truth, but I don't give a shit to what they are thinking. This will be always the sentence of my life: "To love is to destroy and to be the one loved is to be the one destroyed"
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