Double Trouble

Prolog 1,a

Neliana

Today is Nelionos' and my birthday ... normal people would celebrate this day because you get one year older - I never understand why this so special, anyways back to the topic - but for me it is complete torture. On this day 11 years ago, my life went to hell and if you thought it cannot get worse, it will always get worse.
But let us go to the 1.1.2012, our birthday. It was a beautiful and eventful day with my family - and yes, I remember EVERYTHING because of my HSAM, Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. People with HSAM remember all details from a scene they've observed for a short time. It's a curse and bless at the same time. My parents make it a tradition that the whole family comes over to us in the afternoon and we'll play a lot of games. Often in the evening we watched a movie downstairs. This day we watched „Bee Maja". 

Who watched it as a kid too? :)

I know exactly what Lione said „Not again ... we watched it like every fucking year -" "Language!" interrupt Leonardo ... yes, maybe he wasn't wrong. "Bee Maja" is Lio's and my favorite movie and we watched it like hundred times but I don't care in the past and I don't care nowadays. Period. 

At 9 pm my cousin Aljio and my brother Alessandro brought me to bed while Riccardo and Leonardo took Nelione and Neliono. This was the last time I saw them and the last time my life was kind of normal, I was normal...

The Russians took us three - no I must say it different - they only took all of us because my stupid, stupid brothers tried protect me. Sometimes I want to hate them for it ... but I can't. Now I know that I am the „princess" of the Italian - American Mafia so the Russians kept me for revenge. They abused us mentally and physically, let us stave for days and made us to their personally slaves and toys to let their danger out. Additionally they even trained us to high performance. We were and are still perfect soldiers. 

I was always the one, who get punches althrough I didn't do anything. At this time I didn't understand why they hate me, why they were so cruel to me and who are they to do such things to 8 years old kids - they're cock controlled idiots with a big, how we would say in German, Dachschaden (roof damage) - I was such a stupid little kid who thought it was her fault  and it would change their minds with good behavior and suborder... I tried. I tried my best. Very fucking day. 

Nevertheless, how hard the training day was. 

Nevertheless, how mentally or physical exhausted I was. 

Nevertheless, how often I tried to kill myself. 

They hated me. 

My fate hated me. 

And my life hates me still.  

The 01.01.2017, our 8th birthday, was the day when they started with our birthday gifts. It sounds nice, I know. But they were everything than nice. Maybe they also punished us at our birthday more than on 'normal' days, but not that much. 

This day, they went too far. It was the day, they touched me for the first time. 

And I? I was just frozen und couldn't move. Couldn't realize what happened. 

Sounds pathetic with the information about our daily training and only the thought about it, makes me want to kill myself back then.