Chapter one

My name is Diana Houston.

I live in a bungalow in a mountain with my mother. I have no father, he left us when I was just a baby. My mother and I lived a simple life up there in the mountains. It was always warm and sunny, with all it's active and beautiful animals. I was just eight years old, everything was perfect... Until.

Mother was heavily pregnant, she had fallen in love with a man that was fluent in Italian. He wooed her off her feet, but dropped her immediately he found out about the conception.

She didn't go out from home and remained in her room all through her pregnancy period. She only came out to make meals, she didn't even go to a doctor which worried me.

"Argh! Diana!"

My mother screamed ever so loudly. I ran swiftly to her room, she was panting and blood was flowing down her legs. She limbed her way into her and started screaming. She was trying to get the baby out.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

"Mommy!"

Out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door downstairs. I couldn't leave my mother in pain, so I just ignored the knocks and focused her. I heard doors open, seconds later I heard a voice.

"Excuse me? Oh my god!"

It was a woman, she seemed worried and rushed over to my mother. I said nothing all through everything, I went on for hours until I finally heard the baby's cries

"Waah! Waah! Waah!"

Mother closed her eyes and rested, while the woman that had helped washed and wrapped the baby in a clean cloth.

"Can I hold..." I studdered. I didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl.

"She looks just like you." The woman said while handing over my little sister.

Before she was fully in my arms, the woman clutched the baby and looked out the window. There stood a man in the trees, he stared back all of us with a mischievous grin.