chapter 1.

"it's getting colder" she said while taking a sip of the green tea. Her black silky curtain bangs were covering her jetblack eyes while she was looking outside.

"you've changed a lot in this short time,Ella. I still remember how you were back then. So when'll you start talking about it?-(I said)

She smirked.

"After all why're you so curious? people changes, it's natural. You changed too, close the window for me will you?"(ella)

"Say it all from the beginning, Changing the subject won't help. Start all of it from your birth as much as you remember. I want to hear it all as if I'm reading a history book"(me)

she snickered a Little

"isn't history book boring sometimes? it'll make you Sleepy "(ella)

"yes I'll sleep and read it again until i finish it"(me)

She smiled a little and tucked her short bangs behind the ear. I could see her eyes clearly now. she looked

desperate yet afraid. Like she wants to pour a lot again gulping it back at the same time .

"give me your cup, I'm coming after washing it"

after 10 minutes silence she exhaled and opened her mouth " just a common last question Are you sure you won't regret it? "

"A common yet true answer 'NEVER"(me)

"my birth-, you already know when i was born, I don't.... really remember much from my childhood but i was.... slightly different from other children back then. it's common for a newborn to cry which I didn't more like I never cried even if i got hurt or anything until the age of 1. After then i only cried cus i didn't wanna eat anything other then breast milk . i was beaten a lot cus of it. My family had financial problems and they were super super strict and relegious. My big sis was kinda dumb then so she got beaten a lot for studies. you can call it child abuse but it's not.

And I was a neat freak and a pure language function Haha. like no one literally no one not even the president could say a bad or misspelled word in front of me or else i would kick them out of the room or do some direct insult LOL. anyway at the age of 2 a report came that my anal fistula was completely damaged and it spread a lot so some other functions inside my stomach were also damaged. Back in my days it was life threatening. After contacting Hundreds people and wasting time street to street dad managed to find a doctor who wanted to take the risk . He was the most prettiest and gentle doctor I've ever seen in this lifetime. My parents went crazy for me then. Thankfully my operation was a success.It took me a whole year to become stable completely.Since they had to replace my damaged parts with some sort of metal or I dunno, the side affects still remains until today. I started school at 5 direct class 1. I was a bright kid and always placed first in every competition and studies. Although some adults used to badmouth me for the operation and kids used to bully me but I didn't bother, since i got what i needed.

But somehow my personality changed a bit and I became like other girls. I liked gossiping and breaking others friendships. changing 'besties' one after another.

I was accually.....desperate to make friends, to keep one i ended up destroying other. If one rejected me I went to another one and always smiling. I was still the top girl. Being a topper isn't always amazing either. You have to deal with nasty rumours like-'She must've got the solutions, damn she's so good at cheating, her dad's a teacher no wonder she's first place, how does she study with her anal problems, who cares if a cheater got first place, the teachers must've pitied her' and so on. And soon at the age of 12 My first worst day of life came. I made a boyfriend. Yes i know it's ridiculous cus i was so small. I still regret it. He was a guy literally 90% of the girls had a crush on and my mom's fav, cus he was the top of boy section and i was the top of girl section.

but he proposed me one day! I fell from the sky but my immature mind accepted him immediately. He started writing me letters. Sadly I read his third letter in the washroom and placed it one the tissue box and forgot to bring it with me. And MY DAD JUST HAD TO GO THE WASHROOM RIGHT AFTER ME!!!! **pls kill me** it was the Letter where he asked me if he could touch my hand and other topics. like i said before my parents were super super strict. the house blew up that day . I lost all my privacy, dad tore some of my books , made me stop going to school , no one talked with me , no tution FOR A WHOLE DAMN WEEK!!

everyday was like hell...to me!