ut. Forcing them open, they sting from the light. I begin squinting and closing them until they

Soft music plays in the background, and looking round, my room stares back at me.

products neatly line my desk in an orderly fashion

adache begins to form, bringing forth recent events, ano

ith Misty. I was in the bookstore, the creepy old man…. My mind is blurry li

ll in her eyes, which causes them to glitter. Why is she sad, I hope there h

Pulling back, she examines me. Her e

on sett

uld I

why would you thin

stomach drops and my heart leaps into my throat, causing a lump to form. Biting my lip, I hold back the

in or any evidence of the attack. My

. There, staring at me, are imprints of fingers, left behind by the smal

he casts her eyes down as I catch a glimpse of sorr

ind. Two horrid looking men flash in front of my eyes. My mind is just tur

ince myself more than Clara. “How did I get home?” Bright blue eyes belonging to a handsome young man take

man.” Her eyes light up as she mentions Misty’s brother. Clar

Whenever I ask her about her family or anything personal, she is always guarded. She chooses to be at mine a lot; we

as I figure she must have problems at home a

ught me home is a shock. I d

ng, she stands, giving me a small smile as she leaves. Kn

g slowly to my bed, he perches on the edge. Nothing ever happens in our small to

showing the stress he has been under. David checks my v

ersonality, which makes him easy to talk too. He c

have always made me feel like their own, loving me unconditionally, even with all the problem

taking it easy, and although I am

eam the

cious, appearing every

ether like conflicting currents, tumbling and swirling, twisting and pulling in a downward spiral. Any cha

rly. Everything about the attack lacks o

series of thoughts, images, events and sensat

my hand. I don’t know how I got the scar, it has always been there

re time and room to wonder, so

ng the overprotective parents, both wanting me to take anoth

*

sets in. Misty is nowhere in sight. She always waits by my locker, ever

oes down the hall, turning the heads of fell

ntless phone calls and

o unlik

With the final bell, relief washes over me. The day has been lonely without Misty for company, making friends

*

out its warm rays. There is something not right I can feel it, the smell of vanilla and lavender in

graceful. She looks like someone of importance. She has light blond hair, with glints of white piled at the top of her head in a bun, cream trousers and cri

icer, wanting to ask more questions. Nothing could

d a single tear slides down her face. David sits beside

citement, confusion, curiosity, and t

taking a step towards me. Ins

eet you,” she holds out her perfectly manicured

rmation about me. They joked and called me the girl

n is too much. My head spins with so many questions and

through gri

anger and no

about my past momentarily forgotten, my min

hrough everything, had patience and understanding, soothed my tears. They have guided and nurtured me into the girl I

Kayla Wils

to me, she does not deserv

faces makes me bow my head in embarrassment an

of wisdom ec

how horrible that person is. Be strong and overcome the ang

ow nothing of your past and your memories have been lost, so I would like to have a chat with yo

reement. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I slowly make my way into t

y. We stare at each other for several moments. Her fa

s my daughter. I would like you to come live with me. I

she thinks that I am going to leave my

ou. I am ha

n three days, to pick you up and escort you to your new home. I presume that is enough time to say your goodbyes and gather any belonging you wish to bring

planation, no nothing, and demand that I live with her. But she strikes me

leave, and the unknown scares me. I have a strange unwanted feel

ering words of comfort to us both. This time his words do nothing to settle my nerves and ease my sadness. I don’t know

*

heaven, creating a beautiful memorizing canvas of reds,

heat. A cool light breeze sweeps by, lifting the

salty, greasy smell of burgers and hot d

ust back into the air with rapid speed. Backwards and forwards I soar through the sky and wave after wave of exciteme

ing, holding me tightly against her body. Night has descended quickly, casting shadow

my mouth dry. My chest aches

rs, peering through the trees, floa

ns turning, the

ne as the world spins before me. The ground st

ll. Everything spins out of control. I close my e

d eyes no longer in sight. The be

ore the ground opens and I