Sophie's POV

Eight years old. An age where little girls only think about fairies, fairy-tales and much more fun stuff. It was the same for me right? -Wrong. On my eighth birthday my mum died from a heart attack. You might say, but she had people making sure she is OK and is always well taken care of and loved- well Wrong again. My two annoying brothers just cared about themselves and used our mum's death only for there own selfish use. Since they were two years older than me they knew how to use everything for their own advantage. They manipulated everyone into thinking that only material things could make them happy because they were too sad and nothing could make them happy anymore, and obviously my grandparents and my dad fell for it (as usual).

The day my mum died was the biggest shock in my life. From that day onwards I never celebrated my birthday again as it reminded me of the day she died. I was so angry at her for leaving me alone with my dad and my brothers. I couldn't come to terms that she was even dead! Sure I was angry at her at leaving but since I was young and full of hope (unlike now) I always tried to convince myself that she would come back and that she never would have let me alone, never. She was the only person who I knew that always, unconditionally loved me and cared for me so I couldn't understand.

The day of the funeral came and that is when I realized that she had actually died and she would have never come back. I instantly fell down to my knees and cried throughout the whole funeral. I had no one there to show me affection except maybe a few pats on my back from my dad but nothing else... that day I shut all my doors inside of me and let nobody in. I never did anything except stare at the wall for hours and cry with hope that I would feel better but it just became worse.

I would like to dedicate this to amyperry17, EveBorgBonello and Roberta1603 hope you like this book.... my first chapter is going to be posted this week. Thanks for reading!