Kamila's new flaw had left a new of hole of tragedy in her family. Everything was sweet and reassuring about her recovery but the moment she ended as a flaw that was could not be fixed, life held a new meaning. She meets people along the way of her journey, entitled to that aspect she meets a man. A man that may change her life and maybe help her see things beyond her defective peripheral vision.
But is it really worth the acceptance of letting a stranger in her life?
This is a story about a young girl being affected with pain, emotions, life, and the definite & indefinite discoveries she along the way from her recovery. She cuts off all ties with family and friends to forget about the past and deal with the 'changes' claimed on her.
This book I give no credit to anyone since I came up with the form of this story myself. Though through acknowlegement I give the formality of others in my life and their perspective of what they have gone through.
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Kamila brought her knees together burying her head in her arms as the tears fell endlessly. Thoughts were recollecting in her mind as her world immediately came crashing yet again. Her boyfriend was long gone, her friends were drifting apart and worst of all her family & everyone else were always claiming she had changed, but no matter how hard she tried it retain her orginal self, it was impossible to get everything back.
Her memory, her one true scope she needed to obtain to become that Kamila they knew.
She knew from the bottom of her heart it was unattainable, that there was no hope in hoping to achieve the height of revival. All that was left was an empty mind, a limit that didn't supply her childhood or any other trace of recognition of others. The real Anastasia was dead to them and all that was left was a memory in progress of rebooting.
'I made your favorite dessert' her mother smiled at her dearingly.
'Chocolate pie?' Kamila questioned delightfully at the plate placed before her.
'Yes' her mother replied.
Kamila smiled weakly in return and savored the delectable taste her tongue was indulged in. Mrs. Hartfield glanced at her daughter in happiness in reaction to the pie, but there was a deep remark of pain resting in her heart. Her daughter Kamila was no longer that daughter that enjoyed the things she used to be interested in. This girl before her sat as the presence of her daughter, but in reality that compassionate cheerful child she raised was lost forever.
Life soon became bland to Mrs. Hartfield since that horrific incident. The house became disastrous with constant arguements and fights between each other but Mrs. Hartfield never gave up in believing her daughter would return.
However 2 years had past since that day and no progress was obtained. At this point she had given up along with the crowd of others, there was no use in waiting for something far overdue.
Pain wretched in Kamila's heart glancing at her mother's dreadful face.That face was like any other person she walked by that seemingly...they claimed, were close to her.
She felt out of placed in this place, this whole town; she wanted to get away & escape the pressure of pursing her past. It was long gone & everyone encased that in their mind, but hope was always still lingering in their eyes. She could not help but feel the guilt and despair of being unable to get her memory back. Her mother always reassured her it was okay even though the look in her eyes told a different story.
It was too much for her too handle and too much of a high expectency on a low emmision.
'Thanks for the dessert mom' she muttered carrying the dirty plate, walking past her mother, the word mom seeming foreign to her tongue.
'Anastasia'
'...Yes?' she replied feeling a bitter of distaste at the name.
Mrs. Hartfield smiled brightly, 'Remember I will love you always no matter what okay'
Kamila nodded in response, 'I know'
'Don't forget that' Mrs. Hartfield whispered before walking out of the ktchen.
Kamila watched unnerved as the tension of hate and unhappiness sank through her thoughts. Living with those who expected some sign everyday was causing her to become unsettled. Making no second thoughts she decided to engage in something she knew she wouldn't regret.
She had to leave, she had to leave this town before it becomes her worse enemy.
Staring at her rear view mirror of the town that was disintegrating into a memory. She felt it in her heart to leave and never look back but with an exception she was left with loneliness in mind. Images and flashes keep coming back but they were indefinite and they were frustrating her. She couldn't remember anything but lights, lights that had to be a sign of some sort.
But little did she know these lights were the main source of everything.
to clear things up in this story: the main girl is named Kamila but people call her Anastasia because that's her original name, she calls herself Kamila because she doesn't want to go back to her past but move on
I was going to make this longer but I'm just trying to foreshadow so it will not seem rushed plus I'm extremely busy nowadays so I don't even know if this sounds good.
Also this book here is suppose to be complicated and not my remake of my original story 'Tough chick'
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