Chapter 1
༆♡︎𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆♡︎༆
I'm writing a letter for me, trying to not think about the situation it's happening now.
Outside it's snowing with snowflakes with the color of freshly painted whitewash in an adult's room. I am dressed in thick clothes, and with a blanket on me.
I haven't left this room in a week. Or more. I know I woke up 7 days ago but I don't know how long my body has been here. Who knows? Maybe I've been in a coma and no one is telling me.
I don't even know why I'm here, what this place is and who brought me here. Every day, a woman with pink hair, short to the ears and green eyes brings me food and water. I'm treated pretty well here, but I don't know why.
I have a good bedroom with good furniture, a closet full of clothes I found here on day 1 and a bathroom with everything I need.
I asked a few things in the first days when the woman with pink hair came to the room to bring me food but she told me that she was not allowed to answer any of my questions.
Since I've been here I only think about my family even if they hate me. Do they miss me? Do they worry about me? I do not think so. They always hated me for many reasons.
One of the reasons is because I like girls. When I told them, they said I'm a monster and don't know what love means. For a while, they wanted to force me to marry a man just to prove that I like boys too.
I have always lived in fear that I will be kicked out of the house and have nowhere to live. I never liked them. Not even when I was a kid. My mother got pregnant unintentionally, but to get closer to my father's family, she kept me.
They never wanted me. Now they have a very bad relationship. Mom cheats on dad and dad stays with her for money. We have a lot of money but they never gave money for me. Everything I had growing up I got from my cousins.
4 years ago my mother got pregnant again. And obviously, she kept it so people would think she was that strong to take care of two kids. But, I ended up taking care of my brother all his life. He doesn't feel close to his mother either. He always preferred me because I raised him.
I close the journal and sit in the chair by the window. There are bars on the window and I can't see through them very well. The snow is slowly settling and the house dog is playing in it. The house dog is a black labrador named Remus. Two days ago, he was brought to my room because someone had to keep an eye on him. We are friends now.
Suddenly, a blonde woman in a red jacket approaches the dog. I never saw her. And the woman with the pink hair told me about all the people in this house.
When I manage to see her face, she turns her gaze to me and I move away from the window. Who is she? She looks pretty good.
Get away from the dog and the garden. He is heading home. I don't think I should worry. Maybe there is someone that woman forgot to tell me about. Or she couldn't tell me about her.
I calmed down. After all, maybe he's a thief, he kidnaps me and I manage to get out of here. Or maybe not, and I'll be here all my life without knowing why.
I hear a knock on the door. Usually, the woman with the pink hair doesn't knock on the door. She enters directly. So it's definitely not her.
I approach the door and open it with some trepidation.
Oh.
Oh.
