Episode 1 “ Angela”

ANGELA P.O.V

      Right now I’m in my father’s sister’s house , here where my permission to live in his attic where is a small room and bathroom inside there is a bad for one person with a locker next to the bad , the room is plain white , but I’m happy that at least I have a bed where to sleep in the room is also a small window where I see people pass happy , smiling.. children playing outside with their parents ., the sun shining , green grass that make this moment for everyone a beautiful picture ....But for me who no longer has a house or parents to love me or no longer have the opportunity to hear my parents telling me they loved me very much ... is devastated making my heart stop for beating . My parents died in car accident when they returned to the city from they Romantic Holiday. I was waiting for the at home happy that I finished the school, I was happy knowing that now I cloud help them at home , they raised me and making never miss me anything, so I also help them  I wanted to look for a job since I finished the school with the maximum ..., you can say that I was a nerd but I wasn’t never ashamed to be a private persone who studying to give herself the best in all subjects at school, I never had occasion to go whit my friends to party or have a boyfriend I never thought about this for me more important was to make my parents proud of me and have the opportunity to look for my self after finish the school going in a good university and have a job . But when in tired night a call change you life your dream , telling that you parents have passed away in car accident making you to live like a dead body without a soul . 

   I saw my parent’s corpse to the hospital a policeman and a doctors told me that I had to check if they are bodies of my parents they left to me to verify because I was the only one near , my father’s sister my aunt lived for away and to come put a day for verify . My aunt arrived on the day of the funeral I was destroyed after days of crying without stop I didn’t have more tears anymore my eyes were red and my face was swollen and my mind was in total darkness , but when my aunt took for the hair throwing me to the ground screaming that was my fault that her brother died me and my mother faults she had no brother anymore for so long my mother stolen him from her :” THE FAULT IS YOURS BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER GIVE BIRTH TO YOU IF YOU WERE NOT BORN OR HIM DIDN'T NOT NO THAT BASTARD OF YOU MOTHER MY BROTHER WAS STILL ALIVE NOW “ . Slapping me while she telling all these words I didn’t have strength to speak or to defending me I was destroyed by grief as she could telling me something hoe can she tell a girl who is pain for the lost of the parents that is her fault . No one took my defense  no one helped me escape for my aunt hands everyone was freezing in their chairs whispering and looking at me disgusting faces and laughing at me 

I never knew way .. I alway wanted my mother to have a family but as far I know my mother went home when she was eighteen and never had contact with her family I don’t bere know is she have brother if the parents of my Mather blame me for her death.... After the funeral my aunt got her hand of my parents house and the bank account telling me she deserved for letting me stay at her house now that she will have care of a orphan  . 

So I’m here now in this room missing my parents: “ Mom I miss you every day I didn’t ever have the opportunity to tel you goodbye or telling you that I love you and how proud I am that I was you daughter I can never again have chit chat nights whit you or to hug you and your perfume of roses , Daddy I never se you paintings again that room full your work won’t be able to smell the oil painting anymore to see your smile “. Thinking of them years fall all over my face one after one ......