Lost.

Chapter Five

Kaylie:

Dreams have never been my thing. I get high before bed just to avoid remembering my dreams the next morning. It usually works. I wish it could make the memories of old dreams fade away. This reoccurring dream is breaking me into pieces. I've never shared this with anyone, not even Ms. Sherral and I tend to tell her everything. This is worse than any nightmare you've probably ever had. It scares me most because I'm not sure if it's real or not..

I'm surrounded by people, seeming like a million faces. Faces I've never seen before. Im young, no older than 11. The people are all minding their business, walking around, hurrying to reach their destination. There's something moving in front of me. I then realize that I'm in a subway station.

I yell out and scream, every one continues to do what they were doing. It's like I'm muted; no one even acknowledges my existence. I look around, there is graffiti on the walls. The vandalism looks familiar. I've been here before. I'm in the main subway station in Brooklyn, New York.

But.. Why am I here? Where are my parents? Do I have parents? How did I get here?

This is all too much for me, especially as an 11 year old girl.

I broke down and cried. The Great Lakes, all of the oceans, and any river you can think of came out of me. Right there where I stood, in a subway station in NY. The most wistful part of it all is no one stopped, no one cared. They just kept on living their lives. The broken-hearted, lost girl didn't matter in the New York subway station that day. My world stayed stagnant, while the rest of the world went on with time. The world doesn't care about you, especially when you're emotionally and mentally black and blue.

I promised myself that I'll take care of myself. Whatever I need to do, I'll do. The world wont take of you. You must take care of you.