"Just start from the beginning if you can." I took a deep breath, and relaxed further into the uncomfortable chair. "My name's Ryleigh, and I was abducted at the age of fifteen." There was no emotion in my voice. My feelings had hid in the deeper parts of me.
Five years ago I lost my capability to see, the same night my parents had been viciously murdered. My life had been sparred, and my head had been smashed into one of the many mirrors hanging up in my room. Last thing I got to see was myself. The way my eye's pupil had been circularly shaped. I was afraid. Who wouldn't be? My vibrant blue eyes had tears forming in the corners. My tear stained freckled cheeks and my long loose curled red hair flowing over my shoulders. My limp body connecting with the cold tiled floor. My breathing wasn't normal and I heard yelling, then a gun shot. Let go Ryleigh.
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Finding Ryleigh
Romance"Just start from the beginning if you can." I took a deep breath, and relaxed further into the uncomfortable chair. "My names Ryleigh Winters and I was abducted at the age of fifteen."
