Chapter 1
Plot
Based on a true story. A distance relationship love story showed by a woman called Caroline, her life.
Chapter
I’ve never been in a concert, I always followed singer on tv, but since my friend told me of this opportunity, I thought ‘why not?’. I acted without thinking 2 times, a terrible mistake. I just wanted to see and hear a great singer with others great too. I didn’t realize it would end that way.
“I’m so excited!” my friend was continually saying that on the way to arrive to the concert place.
Since we both weren’t already adults, not yet, my family decided to come with us to the concert since they loved some same singers too. I imagined a stage and many chairs for the public, almost like a stadium, with a great view, but it was completely the opposite. Arrived, there was a stage and some people standing up waiting for the singers to show up, chairs nowhere. Every time that some minutes passed, more people were added.
“How long will the concert last?”
“1 or 2 hours or more.” My mom answered me.
‘Is it a joke?’ I thought.
Being there without any chair, standing up, with more people that were always coming more. The concert finally started, but it was so far and it was impossible also to move for the many people that were surrounding me. Suddenly the people in front of me put up posters of the singers, I was able to see nothing.
‘Great!’ I thought.
I wasn’t able to feel better my legs, suddenly was so hot and my sight was becoming worst.
“Caroline, I can’t see. Since you are taller than me, could you please pick me up on your arms and lift me up?” My friend was asking me.
‘Another joke? Unbelievable!’ I thought.
“Mom, I’m not feeling…”
My mom was turning to me, I wasn’t able to finish what I was trying to say that all became dark. Someone, back of me, took under my arms, I felt like dragged.
“Help me! Please! I need help! This girl needs help!”
I imagined was an adult man that took me from his voice. I wasn’t able to move myself, I didn’t know why, neither to open my eyes, neither to shout. I felt so scared, I didn’t know what was happening. Then, after a few minutes, I opened my eyes and I realized that I was on a mattress in the ambulance car, a woman was sitting down to the opposite side of where I was watching me, with white clothes and brown hair and eyes.
“Don’t stand up too soon. Take your time. How do you feel?”
I was so confused, ‘what happened?’ I thought.
I stood slowly to be able to sit down, I felt still a little weak.
“Easy, easy. Good. Take this. It will help you to feel better.”
The woman gave me a little bag with inside some sugar.
“Caroline, how do you feel?” My mom came inside the ambulance car.
I watched her in a way to reassure her. She sat down almost close to the other woman. I was to hear the concert still and I realized that was singing my favorite singer in that moment. I felt so frustrated. The good things of a 22-year-old woman with a little of anaemia. No cure, condemned with it. I can only improve a little by things I eat like iron, etc. In that moment I just wanted to come back home and so I did. Then I remember I fainted other 2 times: the first time during I was on the beach and I was leaving the place with my family and friends, but almost at the end of the beach, I started to feel dizzy, I told to my mom that I wasn’t feeling well and soon all dark. When I opened my eyes, I was laying on the floor and a woman was sat down close to me with an hand taking my head. I felt so embarrassed that it happened again. My mom told me that on that moment she had no longer the strength to support me so a woman working in the coffee place helped her. She offered me then water with sugar. The second time was when I was going to do an exam for university and for the long walking to arrive to the place, when I arrived close to the class, I was surrounded with other students and suddenly I started to feel dizzy again. An old man that surely was a teacher considered his clothes and bag, was back of me started to ask me if I was fine, since I realized that I was in a position of almost sitting down. I calmed him till dark arrived again. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and I was laying on the floor again with my school bag used in that moment like a pillow. The old man was standing up watching me with other 2 guys with black hair and glasses smiling at me and that were having my jacket.
‘Nice guys’ I thought.
The old man asked me again if I was fine, I tried to stand up slowly and the guys grabbed and helped me, they took my school bag too. Then they made me to sit down on a table and when they left I threw up.
‘Great!’ I thought ’After seeing this, surely those guys will ask me to go out on dates. Such romantic situation I am.’ My mind was very sarcastic on that moment. Then I did the exam anyway. Surely I left a mark in those places.
I felt somehow different from others, not just because of my anaemia thing or because I wore gymnastics clothes and glasses or my shy behaviour but I saw that since elementary school. Others as my mom and teachers saw it just as a problem, nothing else.
“Caroline, stop to watch the window. Don’t have your head between clouds and listen to me.” My teacher was watching me.
It wasn’t my fault that math was so boring to pay attention, I was just thinking to fly away from there.
“Please come back to this land.”
I obeyed feeling annoyed. That was the first time that happened, at school. Then it kept happening different times, overall when I was bored, to imagine to do something fun, beautiful places, love stories with happy endings, etc. One time, during I was writing emails to another friend that was living in another country a little far from where I was for a little period for work, she answered to me one time writing: “Wow, Caroline, you wrote a lot. Many things happened to you. I’m happy to hear that. Have you ever thought of becoming a writer?” That made me speechless. I thought to be weird for how I was seen from my family and teachers, but not on that way as my friend showed me. I wasn’t sure of that, to write what comes in my mind where many will read, I was nervous just thinking about it.. but at the end I felt that it wasn’t a bad idea.
