2001 August was her favorite month during her childhood, one wich she now calls The Golden Years, the phase of her life where she fell in love with piano, when she loved the palaces and dresses, when she didn't have pression to be perfect, but now everything has changed, august is her least favorite month, she hates the palaces and now her child cuteness wasn't enough, she needed to be perfect at all times.
Caroline Elizabeth Alice Jane, was born on the 22nd of may 1986 at 8:15 in the morning, she was the third and last child of Prince Charles with Princess Diana. She was a sweet child, happy and laud, but for the past 4 years, sorrow and lonelyness has dominated her life.
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It was a rainy august day, Highgrove Hause had all of its residents in it, yet it had a painfull silence inside. Charles was locked in his office since morning. In William's room you could find clutter, he was moving to University in a couple of days. Harry's room was empty, the 17 year old was sitting by a window in one of the livings rooms in Highgrove. Caroline was in her room, layed in her bed silently weeping with a picture of her and Diana in her hands.
After grieving for some time, wich she could not tell how much it was, the young princess fell asleep, just to dream about that day, the day that happy child died.
Caroline 31st of august, 1997 - 7:00am I felt a hand, gently caressing my hair, slowly waking me up from my sleep, after a few more seconds i hear my fathers voice saying, "Lina, darling, wake up", i open my eyes to see papa staring at me, while sitting in my bed, he looked worried, but I couldn't tell what it was. I sit up and rub my eyes, after that I ask, "Have I done something?", papa smiles softly, "No you haven't, Lina I need you to listen to me alright?", i nod, " Darling, mummy was chased by photographers last night, and while speeding her car got into an acident", i didn't know what that meant, was she injured? Does she have to come home earlier? Is Dodi alright?, "She hit her head and lost a lot of blood, the docters tried everything they could, but mummy didn't make it", my heart skipped a beat, mummy is dead? No it isn't possible, mummy is strong!
He has to be lying, papa lied about Camilla, he wasn't trustworthy, he was lying about mummy, no, she's not gone, I felt my mouth trembling and water gathering in the bottom of my eyes, oh no, she has to come home and end this joke, sit down with me Wills and Harry to watch Footloose and then make us all go to bed, she's going to do that again, she is.
"You're lying papa, she is not gone, she-", a tear fell from my eyeball, followed by many others, "You're lying mummy wouldn't leave us, she wouldn't", i sob even more, papa hugs me tightly like if I'm a porcelain doll and caresses my hair, I weep uncontrolably in my fathers arms, no, she can't be dead.
Caroline 30th of august, 2001 - 4:00pm I woke up, feeling like there were rocks on my chest, or bullets you choose, I don't want to feel this way, make it go away please.
I kinda want my brother right now, want him to confort me and calm me down, thats what William does; Harry does it too, but its rare, Im usually the one who needs to confort him. While I get up, my photograph falls from the bed, and I stare at it for a good while, it hurts to remember, it hurts to realise that mummy is not just in her room reading, everything hurts. I gether all my strenght and run to William's room, hoping he'll be there. Thankfully he is, he is packing his stuff, he's leaving me, no, not again, ugh, that hurts even more, my big brother is going away, I can't keep the tears, no, they need to come out. William notices me, he runs and hugs me, letting me sob on his shoulder, I know it isn't easy to be strong, but if it waren't for Will I'd probrably lose myself like Harry did. He calms me down and makes me some tea. That night William, Harry and I stuck togheter, we all slept in my room, with me in the middle. I don't want to wake up tommorow, I don't it to be 4 years since I last spoke or heard news from mummy.
The next morning, I went to my piano, and played mummys favorite, but also one of the seddest song that Chopin has ever written, Tristesse, I played it and sobbed, not one note came out wrong, but my weeping was constant; they made a duet, the song and my cry, reallys it was beatiful, but still painfull.
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Hi, i really hope you liked that chapter, I have two things to say: 1- Im not going to say my real name, so my pseudonym is Julia, but you can call me Lilli 2- I don't have my phone in the moment so im writing on my tablet, so please forgive me if there's anything written wrong. Well that's it, Im going to post asap, Bye.
