This Is Where It Starts
"Mommy, wait up!" I yelled, running to my mother's figure, tears in my eyes.
She was faced towards me, arms out, smiling, eyes hidden by her hair. But for some reason, no matter how hard I ran, I could never reach her; like she was getting walking away from me. That couldn't be right though; her legs weren't moving at all, so how could she be getting further?
But here I was, running towards her, to no prevail.
"Mommy, stop! Please!" I yelled again, the feeling of hopelessness seeping into my heart.
She just kept smiling, her brown, curly hair and white, plain dress blowing around her body frame wildly.
"Please! Stop or at least say something!" I yelled again, starting to lose both my breath and my speed, everything starting to become strangely darker.
She just smiled. That's all she was doing; smiling. Just smiling.
I woke up in a start, panting and sweating. My heart was thumping fast and my eyes were wide from the dream. Looking around, I calmed down when I realized I was in my room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Shivering softly, I got up and turned on the light, blinding me for a few seconds before I could see. Stumbling back over, I fell back down on my bed.
"That dream again..." I muttered, sighing, running a hand through my long, blond curly hair stopping when my hand couldn't go through due to tangles.
It was always the same; me as a child, running to my mother who kept getting further and further away. Ever since that day at the park, the dream had haunted me for years. I had been nine at the time though I was now fourteen; even so, the dream shook me to my core.
"Why can't I forget that day?" I whispered, looking at the wood floor of my room. "I just want to be peaceful again..."
Getting back up, I sighed and walked over to my mirror. My blond curls were tangled up from sleeping, my grey eyes still a bit wide and my skin tanned from being out in the sun so much. I was wearing a white tank top and shorts, both with some kind of blue pattern. Underneath the tank top, if you were to lift it though, was a long scar that stretched across my stomach, it being just a bit darker then my skin. It marked the reminder of what had happened five years ago.
"Five years..." I mumbled. "It's been that long, yet you still haunt me..."
"Why?"
She was faced towards me, arms out, smiling, eyes hidden by her hair. But for some reason, no matter how hard I ran, I could never reach her; like she was getting walking away from me. That couldn't be right though; her legs weren't moving at all, so how could she be getting further?
But here I was, running towards her, to no prevail.
"Mommy, stop! Please!" I yelled again, the feeling of hopelessness seeping into my heart.
She just kept smiling, her brown, curly hair and white, plain dress blowing around her body frame wildly.
"Please! Stop or at least say something!" I yelled again, starting to lose both my breath and my speed, everything starting to become strangely darker.
She just smiled. That's all she was doing; smiling. Just smiling.
I woke up in a start, panting and sweating. My heart was thumping fast and my eyes were wide from the dream. Looking around, I calmed down when I realized I was in my room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Shivering softly, I got up and turned on the light, blinding me for a few seconds before I could see. Stumbling back over, I fell back down on my bed.
"That dream again..." I muttered, sighing, running a hand through my long, blond curly hair stopping when my hand couldn't go through due to tangles.
It was always the same; me as a child, running to my mother who kept getting further and further away. Ever since that day at the park, the dream had haunted me for years. I had been nine at the time though I was now fourteen; even so, the dream shook me to my core.
"Why can't I forget that day?" I whispered, looking at the wood floor of my room. "I just want to be peaceful again..."
Getting back up, I sighed and walked over to my mirror. My blond curls were tangled up from sleeping, my grey eyes still a bit wide and my skin tanned from being out in the sun so much. I was wearing a white tank top and shorts, both with some kind of blue pattern. Underneath the tank top, if you were to lift it though, was a long scar that stretched across my stomach, it being just a bit darker then my skin. It marked the reminder of what had happened five years ago.
"Five years..." I mumbled. "It's been that long, yet you still haunt me..."
"Why?"
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Good....short but cool