What is love? Is it a person? A feeling? An illusion that kills you everytime they smile at you? Probably yes.
I gave up on love when he left with her leaving me bleeding on the ground.
My name is Natalia Miller, I'm from one of the most prestigious families in the city, I turned sixteen this year and I love my family and my boyfriend, Josh Carter.
My so called 'family' that I loved deeply slowly started to vanish just like it never existed and guess why it was happening... my younger sister or better saying stepsister is the reason. She slowly started to push me down from my spot trying to break my heart bit by bit by betraying me and taking everything that was most precious to me.
My mother who was twenty-four left me after giving birth to me, I was just a baby back then so I really didn't know that she left just like that, without even seeing her face. I could only see pictures and recordings of her smiling and laughing, when she was pregnant she started to eat a lot of vegetables which she hated, meat and everything that could help me grow healthy and strong, she always laughed and danced happily... but i never saw my father in any of the recordings. The only times i saw pictures of my mother and my father was when they were at fancy parties with important bussiness men where the paparazzi would take pictures of them.
My father started drinking wine and grew more distant as I grew up to be six years old, I was always alone in that big house full of maids ignoring me, but I always tried to make my father pround by studying hard at school, doing my best at everything I did, I always behaved and smiled at meetings with important bussiness men but I never got my father's attention. As years passed, I turned twenty in August when my father brought home a woman who was in her thirties with a lot of make-up on and with her she also brought a girl along who was one year younger than me, firstly i wanted to get along with them but they only sneered at me as if I was some sort of dirty beggar. A week later they got married without telling me anything.
After their honeymoon in Greece, her daughter, Laura, started bullying me for two weeks straight, when I bought up this topic at dinner time to my father and his 'wife', they would stop me from giving details and sometimes they would even stop me from talking, needless to say that I felt very dissapointed but I should've expected that, it was no surprise that my father would react like that, what was I expecting? As days passed I started to think that I'm worthless and with Laura's insults it didn't help at all, my self-esteem started to lower as time went on. One day I went to the mirror, I looked at myself and I thought, why should I allow others to make fun of me? Destroying my heart just like that? No!! I will never ever give them a chance to even make a move against me, even if they did I will extract my revenge... I will change for the better, I thought and nobody was going to stop me. Everything changed, everytime my stepsister would insult me, I responded back and I stopped eating with my family, while at University I joined a dancing club where I started to feel myself, however there was this really cute guy with hazel eyes and light brown hair who often came to deliver some papers to our instructor.
Sometimes he would come to me and talk to me, he made me laugh, he was great fun to have around, we found out that we have a lot of things in common for example, we both liked to read fiction and nonfiction books. Later I found out that his name was Josh Carter, he came more often afterwards to ask me out multiple times and we did, we went on dates for three weeks, once we went on a date to go skate on the cold ice. Josh fell down multiple times meanwhile I was surprisingly good at it, from times to times I would leave the pained Josh to rest on his own while I went back to skate, trying new ways to skate and sometimes even trying to make a choreography on ice, it felt really relaxing and refreshing, I felt like I could fly when i skated faster as the chilling cold air hit my face.
In the evening when I went home, he confessed his feelings to me saying that since he saw me that day in the school hall dancing, he fell in love with me at first sight, and we got together afterwards. I fell deeply in love with him as time kept on passing, I was very happy with him and even bought him home to see my father hoping that he will show me some reaction but deep down inside my heart I knew that he will remain neutral. That was a big mistake... my sister noticed him and that's when things started to change.