"Sissy?" I hear a small voice say from behind. I turn around to see a girl behind me. The innocence in her eyes made relax. They seemed to reflect only six years of life. The term "sissy" struck me hard. I did not have a sister that I know of. I didn't even recognize this little girl. "I miss you, sissy. I'm sorry you're sad, but I love you. We all love you," she continued. Tears swelled in her precious eyes. "Please wake up."
My hair blasted past my face as I hear a roar from behind me. But fright did not come shimmering up my spine like one would expect. Instead, a huge grin spread across by beaten and weary face. Without even looking to see who of what was behind me, I swirl an open my arms for a big hug.
Her fur was soft between my fingers, just like it was before. But there was a different warmth to her that was absent before. I recognized that warmth. It was the life and happiness I've felt for years but never appreciated.
The sunlight that has always been there to kiss my feet.
He was wrong, we are not weak or pathetic. My mother was very brave and very strong. She just got delt a bad hand in life, that's all.
A small hand reaches behind me. I just hand time to turn my head and see the little girls face that I could almost put a name to when a bright light flashes my eyes.
A high-pitched ringing noise blared in my ears. When me eyes finally adjusted, I saw the same face as before the white light appeared. Her young eyes lit up with joy as soon as I fully opened my eyes.
"Daddy, daddy!" She squealed in excite, running the other direction. "She's awake! She's finally awake!"
I try to adjust myself by sitting up, but my body wouldn't corporate. I urge my legs to move, but they just wouldn't no matter what I did. The combination of no ability to control my body and the constant beeping to my right nearly drove me crazy.
"It's going to be a while until the medication to wear off, but you'll be able to move again." I recognized her voice. "You suffered from a major comma by taking all them pills like that. After the first year we thought you wouldn't wakeup. How are you feeling, Maria?"
A smile spread across my face.
Maria.
My name is Maria.
"Fine," I say. "I'm feeling just fine."
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What Once Was Feared
Mystery / ThrillerClack. Clack. Clack. That's what fear sounds like to the lost girl. All she knows is fear. Fear and darkness. There was no hope. Not until she remembers her mother. What is the meaning of this? Why can't she remember who she is? What is the clac...