Do you see him?

Hi my name is Monica. I'm 17. I have natural curly hair ,slim body and a height of 5'5, i had light skin and little freckles in my nose. i have quite bug eyes compliment with big eyelashes and a beautiful green/grey eyes. But now I have pink pastel hair.

But it all happen when I was 5.

Yeah small age. So you are welcome to come and revive this experience I had. If you dare. Because this story it's not the normal one. It full of loss memories, traps, Friendship, and the best of all the story put's your strength to test.

No let begin.

We live in a world between other world. We're people are pretty much oblivious to what really out there. But just know this.

There not alone.

Let the memories come back.

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I was five. I was alone in my house with my nanny Miriam. My parents were workaholics but I always knew they loved me. I lived in England in that time , well before being send with aunt Lucy in California.

I was an only child. So it was pretty much lonely. I was in my room playing with my big teddy bear names honey. My curls bounced as I jumped around the room exited because "the queen" was coming to have tea with me and honey.

When I heard footsteps. And shuffling. I hopped bouncing and carefully silence everything to be able to hear from where it came.

When I heard it again I realized it came from what mother likes to call "prohibited room" but I knew it was the attic.

Being the curios 5 year old I was, I had to see what it was. So I raced out my door leaving honey behind.

I raced down the long hallways until I caught sight of the white door. My chubby short legs raced to the door my eyes glittering with a mischievous glint.

When my little palm was able to incircle the knob , I opened it and came to face to face with long stairs.

But that didn't stop me. I took hold of of the edges of my white dress and began racing up the stair. My curls bouncing everywhere while I giggle softly.

When I reached the top, the only light that came was from a window. But you could see everything perfectly.

My eyes widen. My smile grew bigger.

The walls were a deep blue and the the floor were covered in carpet. There were old furniture with white piece of cloths covering them. Some of them uncovered. Then there was a bed in the middle, with dirt on it.

I raced to the drawers and opened it to see toys. I loved toys. I began jumping as I took hold of one of the action figures. It was a soldier. And I fell INLOVE with it. I was admiring the toys where I heard steps, my head then around in a matter of seconds to come face to face with a figure hiding in a corner behind the bed.

I smiled.

Who there?" I asked as I jumped on my feet and began racing to the corner of the bed.

I felt the person freeze and try to get out but I was infront of his fall frame before he could.

I opened my palm to show him the soldier

"It this yours?" I asked smiling

I saw him faintly nod, and it was enough for me to smile.

My little hand grip his cold yet warm and long slender fingers, I felt him tugg his hand trying to get rid of my hold and my eyebrows furrowed. I griped it tighter

I'm not going to do anything goofie" I asked shaking my head giggling

I pulled his Tall frame to the drawer of the toys, I knelt down still having a right grip in his hand, I smiled and nodded for him to knelt down and he did.

I turn to look at the toys " are these yours? I only have Barbies but this

Are much coolerrrrrr" I said stretching the "r".

He nodded and finally smiled as he came closer and relaxed his muscles.

That's when I had a perfect view of him. And even at a small age I knew he was more beautiful than a normal boy should have been. And it seem that he was the only boy who wouldn't give me cooties.

He was tall, light skin, and he had Chocolate brown hair that fell in his eye and all over the place. His white shirt was tucked in black pants. It was kind like an antique clothe. But I didn't question it.

I was mesmerized by his beautiful shiny green eyes, his eyes stare at my grey/blue eyes , almost like searching my soul.

My name is Monica" I asked as moved my gaze to the toys, letting go of his my grip. But as soon as I did that, his long slender fingers grip my hand, intertwining our fingers , his thumb caressing my palms.

My name is Damien" his husky voice said. As he eyes glimmered and his smile took my breath away.

I was just 5, but I knew what love was.

That's how I met him.

There still more of course.

But if you continue to read my story.

Alway remember

That just because I'm telling you a story doesn't mean I'm alive at the end.