Natalia Petrova was once my name. I was born in Bulgaria, one year after my sister, Katerina. I was the littlest sister, the one who was supposed to be protected and taken care of but I've always ended up being the big sister to her. Sweet, naive Katerina...
At the age of sixteen she fell in love, deeply, hopelessly, with a coward that would never wed her. He said that he would but only to take advantage of her. She believed all of his lies and refused to listen to me, saying that 'I knew nothing of love' and that he was a good-man. A good man. Ah!
She offered him her virginity, gave him all of her, and he still didn't wed her; eventually, she got pregnant... She foolishly thought that he'd be happy about it, that they'd get married and be happy forever and ever... Of course it didn't happen. He refused to take his responsibilities, called her a "slut". When Father discovered it I thought he was about to kill her, beating some sense into her as if it would change anything at all. (Our father was one harsh man but never had he raise a hand at us before).
After she gave birth to her bastard spawn, a daughter she didn't get to hold, a niece I barely even got a glance at; she was to be put back in shape and sent away. It felt like my entire world fell apart, she was not only my sister but also my best friend. My only friend.
She had brought shame onto our family, onto our household, but no matter that, no matter what, she remained my blood. I couldn't bear to loose her...
I made my choice. I'd leave with her for England...
And that's when everything went to hell.
Okay! So here's a new try. Would you like to know more of what might have happened to Natalia? (Should you wonder, it involves blood, love, pain, despair, but more than anything it involves: Kol! Yay!) -M.