Gone, Lost and Alone

Prologue

"Here we are honey, our new home! It's lovely isn't it?"He said.

I stared blankly at the house. It was really pretty, a one story victorian house with tall windows and elegant porch.

It was painted a pale blue like the sky on a summer morning.
It's lawn was slightly overgrown with dandelions that grew even around the white picket fence.

I still hadn't replied to him.

"Do you like it love?"She asked me as she held her swelling stomach.

I blinked, looking at it and imagining the child growing inside.

I looked at the house, my house. Everything looked perfect but it wasn't. Things should have been exactly like this.

The walls I had built inside me started crumbling. My shock was wearing off. I was remembering. I broke into a sob.

I was was nine but I understood everything perfectly well and I knew I wouldn't forget that day... or stop dreading it.

I sobbed harder. They came to hold and comfort me.
I thought of the pain I felt that day till I could feel it every where -in my arm, legs, head and in my.......

And then I felt it - deep, raw pain coursing through my veins and deep in my bones.
My heart raced, my head hurt and my heart felt hollow.

I felt flames burning me from within, the pain excruciating.

I opened my mouth and screamed.