Cold Blooded

Part #2

     "Ey....."

     "Hey!"

     I jolted awake. My senses suddenly alert and aware of everything. I could feel my heart in my throat. William crouched near me, staring with a blank face. I had another nightmare? The haunting images were still fresh in my mind. I got up and staggered over to the pond we lived near. I looked in. My eyes. A beautiful turquoise, it wasn't a light turquoise but it wasn't dark either, it was beautiful. I rinsed my hair and let it dry in the breeze. The sun made it look like a wheat field in the fall. It never seemed to lose its shining golden color. These are the only qualities of me I cherished, they are the things that remind me of my parents. My mom had the same exact hair color except hers was long and beautifully radiant. My dad had jet black hair like a raven. And their eye colors mixed to create mine, just like how their lives ended, to make mine longer. They did everything for me. I loved them, still do.