I know this sounds weird... But everything felt like a Dream that I just woke up from one day. I didn't know who I was I just know. I was born. I saw it happen, there was a white room... Everything was white. I could hear my mom crying and the doctor saying "It's a girl!" I remember being taken to a sink and being cleaned off, but here's where the strange part comes in. I felt myself being able to move. I was crawling and making a mess. I was knocking things over. I remember thinking. I need to get out of here, I didn't want to be here. I felt like I was crying and couldn't breath. I thought I was dying. That's weird right? It was just a dream right? That's what I always thought. I opened the lid to my past and that dream always haunted me. I could never forget it not even if I tried. Have any of you ever felt that way? Is it just me? I was scared, terrified, I didn't know what to do. But I woke up. I woke up a different age, like I think 3 years old. I didn't even know my name, but yet I knew it somehow. I knew the bed I was in, my mother's. I knew what house I was in. I knew the neighborhood, I knew everything. Why couldn't I remember it? I guess it was because that's when kids start to recognize things. If I knew that would be the beginning of hell, I would have stayed asleep.
