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t time to be here, and the conditions for this place to remain operational were not met either. I didn't understand how they managed to k
ast saw them; in fact, they pushed me away from them. Why did my life become so complicated after Mom's death? Why did my father have to find another wo
something she wasn't to me. I would never accept her as my mother; she was my aunt and should remain that way. My father wo
forensic laboratory's findings, stipulated in his will that his assets, meaning my inheritance, would become mine when I turned twenty-one. Furthermore, the person in charge of taking care of me until that happened was my aunt. My mother's ambitious
se every day under the pretext of helping my father and, in the process, helping me. But my naive and grieving father never realize
ago when, under her charms, my father had to marry her and
ed. Of course, only the ones in my room remained, along with one that my father guarded with
ightfully belongs to me. Even though I have a cell phone to communicate with my old friends or my boyfriend, Julian, I could only send a weekly letter to communicate with the outside world, and they were always addre
day, I resemble her more – locked up in a crumbling castle, patiently waiting for the day of my freedom. Though I'm not sure if tha
ve her exactly what she wanted – the power to do whatever she pleased with your legacy," I whispered to one of the few pictures I had left of him with my mother. In fact, I t
ike to live in a loving family and then lose everything. For her, this place is normal; she comes from a dysfunctional family. In fa
distant from us, are actually closer than we think. Yet, we isolate ourselves in our own lives instead of doing so
he truth is, I don't care anymore. I just want her to get me out of this place and let me live my life in peace,"
or now, it's much better to live here than out there on the streets, in the cold," she replied with a half-smile. I knew she didn't really want to revisit
won't happen," I responded. I knew it was wrong to insinuate that about my aunt. After all, we're family, my blood runs through her veins, but I co
ything clear and specified in his will, he passed away. He
I got up from my bed and walked over to hers. We got along very well, and if it weren't for her, I probably
, don't doubt for a moment that you'll come with me. I'll help you and provide support, whatever you nee
doubt that I'll protect you from those mean girls who always bother you," she said. I don't know what I would have done with
to the room opened, and someone came to get us
t me a few times before. This one was red, stained with the blood of girls who,
chen that was falling apart. I just don't understand why the people i
essity; I'm here out of obligation. But thanks to this experience, I realize all of this. I think I'd like to prepare