My na is Anna Marchetti.
Or at least…
That’s what I would like to say.
This nightmare of life has never treated right… not even once… even the only people I thought I could trust, ended up stabbing in the back.
It first started when I was little… I still rember vividly what I saw, heard, and felt that day…
A little girl was hiding behind a door.
Just a single ray of light illuminated her face unevenly, cutting right through her left eye.
She looked at the dining room through the little fissure that was created by the slightly agape wooden door.
There, a middle-aged woman and a man about the sa age were hugging each other.
The woman was sobbing as her fingers sunk deep into the man’s wool sweater.
She held him tight between her arms, and he did the sa.
It took a bit more than a few seconds for the woman to calm down and for the man to ask…
"Another nightmare?"
He was slightly taller than her, so in order to reply, the woman raised her face and laid her neck on the man’s chest:
"Yes… it was just… another nightmare"
"Was it the sa as the other tis?"
Ashad and terrified, the woman sunk her face into the man’s chest once again:
"Yes, he… he grabbed my wrists, he tied my ankles… and… and-"
The man raised his hand and caressed the top of the woman’s head, pitying her as he stared at the floor in deep thought.
"I’m sorry, I… am sorry"
The woman continuously repeated those words as she squeezed the man.
"What would you have to be sorry for?"
"I am sorry for burdening you with my problems, I know you already have enough…"
"What problems could I possibly have that are important even a thousandth of how you feel?"
"I am sorry for everything… I am really sorry for everything…"
"Are you still thinking about that ti?…"
"I-"
"When you ca to … It was my choice to support you… it was my choice to raise her as our own… you don’t have to say sorry… if anything, it is who is sorry…
For having failed to keep you safe at that ti.
They both tightened their hug as a deep sense of remorse enveloped the two, but none of them knew… how much pain they had involuntarily caused another mber of their family…
The little girl returned to bed, her eyes didn’t shine as brightly as earlier, and she looked sad… depressed.
She stared at the ceiling, as she contained the tears that continuously tried to fall out of her eyes.
Hans felt all those emotions… sadness, loneliness, the feeling… of not belonging there.
Eventually, that child grew…
She looked like she was about twelve, maybe a bit younger, maybe a bit older.
…
At the ti, my mother had already gone down the path of a lawyer, and to justify her extre righteousness, she had decided to publish an article about what she had suffered…
Everyone… everyone knew… at school… where I used to do gymnastics…
People joked about , they started because it was funny, and as we grew, their tongues sharpened, and they started insulting with the sole purpose of hurting .
Those seven years of my life… were unbearable.
Luckily, even if Mother was too occupied telling everyone I was the child of a molester, my father always managed to cut out a few minutes for every day…
His schedule was even busier than Mom’s but he always managed to talk to for a few minutes, maybe even joke with , or sotis help out with my exams.
He was the only reason… I managed to live through all those things.
Maybe it was out of pity, maybe he felt bad for what my mother was doing… but I didn’t care, for , my father was the best.
Just the fact that he had raised soone else’s child as his own, loving her as much as he would with a normal child, stood as proof of his angelic personality… but he had one problem…
He was too obsessed with my mother.
My first few years working were difficult, but with my sad backstory, I managed to convince a few agencies to take in.
My position was obtained solely out of pity others felt towards …
Did I feel bad about it? Never.
It was all flowing smoothly, life had finally regained a bit of light for .
I had even t soone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with…
And so had my sister…
’Mom… dad…’
Hans speechlessly watched the scenes unfolding before his eyes…
’They were… so different’
He couldn’t help but think.
His mother’s face didn’t have any wrinkles, and his father’s hair was way darker… even the way they moved and joked with each other was different…
Astonished and feeling lancholic, Hans observed the scene till the end, when his aunt and her boyfriend left his mother’s house.
He couldn’t understand… sure his aunt loathed his grandma, but what had happened? What in the world changed her so much? What made her beco… the crimson lady.
He hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking about, but unfortunately, his worries ca true.
A beautiful woman was sitting in an office, she was watching so docunts with a pair of glasses, as she wrote down sothing in the notebook beside her.
At that mont, the old-style phone on her desk began ringing.
She waited a few seconds before picking up as she still had to finish reading one line, but she eventually reached out to it and picked up the wired phone.
She brought the device to her ear as she leisurely gazed at the things she had written on the notebook.
"Anna Maglini, how may I help you?"
She introduced herself and acted politely, since that was also the phone she used for work, and that call might have been from a client.
Usually, it annoyed her when a client called her, and she always hoped to get a call from soone else, so that she could run away from so of her piled-up work, but that day… Anna would have given everything she could to receive a call from a client instead.
"I’m searching for Anna Lumi, is this the right number?"
Even if bothered by the surna, she went on and replied:
"Yes, you’re calling the right person, what do I owe the pleasure?"
She knitted her eyebrows as she feared it might have been a stupid call from soone she knew who wanted to make fun of her.
"Miss Lumi, I am sorry to convey the news, but sothing tragic happened to your mother this morning"
She couldn’t care less about that… whatever happened, she was pretty sure her mother deserved it.
"This morning, local ti nine thirty-five, the car your mother was driving was caught up in a terrorist attack… we are sorry… we couldn’t retrieve her body because of the burning flas"
As she heard that, her knitted brows imdiately relaxed and her annoyed face was left with an expression of shock.
Hans could feel it… it was a terrible sensation as if he was about to vomit his own soul… her heart began thumping faster, as her body overheated…
After just fifteen seconds, sweat covered her forehead and her back as she closed her eyes.
Trying her best not to cry, the woman timidly asked one question:
"Was-was soone else in the car with her?"
"Uh… yes miss…
another person was in the car at the ti, he was in the driver’s seat, and he also unfortunately did not survive the crash…"
Her heart was thumping even faster as she repeatedly told herself it was fine…
Her mother was an important person who lived a dangerous life, she often used to get driven around by so security…
"Wait a second, I will check right now…
here it is….
It states that his na was…
Gianfranco Maglini"
Her heart almost stopped… she felt her breath slipping out of her body as she heated up.
It wasn’t real…
How could it be real?
What kind of… bullshit was that?.
…
It wasn’t real, that was the only thought that resounded in my mind… and yet… my body had already reacted to the fact, my stomach began aching and my head felt like it was about to split apart…
I didn’t want to hear it, I didn’t want to think about it…
When was the last ti I spoke with my father? When did I last laugh with him? I was so absorbed in the new life I had found that I had forgotten about the one and only person who had supported for my whole life, even when I was at my lowest…
Tears slid off the woman’s cheek and drenched the floor as she let out a dying whisper :
"No…."
"Miss? Miss is everything okay?…"
The woman fell to the ground unconscious, loosening her grip on the phone and letting it fall just beside her.
A loud thump echoed in the microphone before a voice from the other side of the call began trying to reach out to her, panicking:
"Miss?! Miss is everything alright?! Miss, please reply!
Miss!!"
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