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Remembering....So there she was...
Lying in a room.
The boys, who normally lived in this room had a kind of holiday.
So she could sleep there.
Because she couldn't sleep in the room where the girl slept...the girl from whom she thought that she was her friend.
She spent so many weekends with her and her family.
But know she realized, that she missed so much time, she'd better spend with her mum.
Of course...she had fun.
Until the girl changed.
The spoke with people, who had the worst language and behaviour.
"Don't talk too often to them. I don't think it's good for you."
She only was worried...
"Shut the hell up! You don't know them! Don't judge them!"
That was the answer she get.
When she visited her at the weekend, she didn't even care about her.
Bella can remember:
She was calling her so called 'friends' for hours.
If she wanted to talk to her, she didn' t listen to anything...
Her whole attitude changed.
She lied...and lied.
The last time they spent together...was in vacation.
And now...What's left...
And what's left of this girl...with the story...
She has a creepy picture of humans.
It's hard for her to trust anyone.
And if there is someone she can trust...she does not want to lose this person.
Bella said, that she knows that she behaves strange...
But that is the only thing she can do.
All she learned from herself...was trying to understand whats going on.
That's why she never cried for help...and still...
She tries to understand...if something is going wrong.
But there are things...she'll never know an understand.
"Why are the hitting me again? What did I do wrong?"
Why was she the chosen one?
Why did nobody help her?
And why...didn't she said something?
All she did was crying...
Even when her best friend hit her.
He hit her so hard...and she was so young and helpless.
She cannot remember why he hit her...
But the pain and loneliness she felt after that...that is something she will remember for ever.
Next day...they played and talked like they use
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Let me tell you a story about a little girl called Bella.
All she had was her mother and that's it. She knows her father, sees him often. But it's not like a father-dauther-relationship...it never was.
When she played outside the house...children, same age as her came, pulled her down to the floor and hit her. Without any reasons.
With sand in the hair and face she came back home. But she didn't cry...she laughed. Everytime her mum asked, she didn't tell a thing.
She didn't want to make anyone worried about her...maybe she was scared nobody might take care.
That's what the children always told her.
"NOBODY likes you!!!"
"You are ugly."
"Get away from here!"
"She tries to run, get her!! Quick!"
The first time she made her mother cry....she'll never forget....
About 7 years old...sitting beneath her mother. Everything she had.
"Mama...sometimes I feel like nobody and nothing likes me. It's like I am in an empty room...and everything I like wants to ge
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