Episode 2

Victoria Ross

It's hard to talk about my life now... I don't even know what I'll do.

But I'll tell you a little about how I was before all this... at 22 years old.

I studied literature, and at 22 I had already graduated. That same year I met a guy, Luis, he was a good guy, with everything that happened, he obviously left me, but I don't blame him, we didn't have anything serious.

I never considered myself a beauty or anything like that, I'm about 1.58 meters tall, I used to go to the gym to stay in shape, everyone at the university did, I was in good physical shape, (not now, I lost a lot of weight, I feel like I went in at 22 and came out at 40) I am a simple person, luxuries don't matter to me, I only had two boyfriends, nothing serious.

Many people are struck by my eyes, or are impressed by them, I have heterochromia, which means I have one eye of each color, I have one light brown and one green.

I am passionate about reading, that's why I studied literature, to be able to transmit that love for reading that I have.

I lived with my mother, she was the most important person in my life, she was sick with her heart for many years and I always tried to work to take care of her as much as I could.

I worked in a store and as a waitress in a restaurant, I even had two jobs to pay for my studies.

But the truth is, it was all in vain because I could only work as a teacher for 1 week, then what happened to me happened, I was in prison for two years, 3 months and 8 days.

Many say they are innocent but they are more than guilty. When I was in prison I always heard my companions say:

"I'm innocent."

"I didn't do anything, I was framed."

"I don't know what happened."

"I have never stolen in my life."

"and many more phrases."

But truly I was innocent, I have never taken drugs or tried anything like that, nor have I sold anything strange (you will know later why I say this), nor have I stolen anything in my life.

Now I am 25 years old...

I don't know where to start, I'm lost...

That time in prison was horrible, beyond the loneliness... I went through terrible things...

At night I can't sleep, just closing my eyes, terrible things come to my head.

I lost my mother 3 months after I was in prison, her heart couldn't take it, I wasn't there to take care of her either, I can't recover from that.

I have a deep anguish and pain, I have many wounds, both physical and mental, that don't let me sleep.

I am no longer the same as before, I went out with my acquaintances, laughed and smiled, I liked my life, I had fun. I was quite happy, even though I worked a lot and my mother was sick, I was fine.

Now that I'm out of prison, I feel almost the same as when I was there, tired, sore, sad, alone.

I stay at my mother's house, the house was ours.... here I also continue to have nightmares, of things that happened to me, I left three days ago and I still don't want to sleep, I'm afraid.

I always ask myself and I can't avoid it... WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME? OR WHO DID IT TO ME?, WHO DID I ANGER?, WHY ME?

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