Believe For Me

"Annabella"(20)

I wrote these words for only myself and maybe you my little spies. This is a story about how I escaped the addiction I had for myself. Now I'm free as ever and is happy with the new life that I have, I can tell you where it all began:

My name is Annabelle, I have no home nor family that I can call my own, well human family to be precise. My own family is the buildings and parks of Darklinmoor. The only thing I do know about is who I am and nothing else. The hunger of my belly and the downfall of my weight is the only thing that I have on my body that stood me out from the faces of the crowd. There is no memory that I did not keep about my old past, nor who I was before the "accident". However I have found myself home that I can call my own. For all the change I collect from the nearby subway train station, this rather old cardboard box is considered to be my house.

A dog approached me and asked who I was. Likely I thought it was an animal, but instead it was a grown man who had to be no more than 24 years old or even younger than that. A poor child like me might be young, but isn't a fancy idiot. His appearance was alluding and outstanding. From the jewelry covered bling brace in his face, down to his $300 pair of Jordans, he did indeed look very wealthy. His skin was as creamy as the butterscotch rippled cake that I only imagined in my dreams.

Suddenly I was taken away by something that I thought he best of my fancy had gotten out of me. Deep into his face, gave off a hard trance that made it very difficult to escape from. Its like even if I tried to leave his present, I would have his face to remember.

"What are doing out in a weather like this? Its pouring more than usual, you're going to catch yourself a dreaded cold. Let me help you, but what is your name?", he asked. I remained silent, believing that he might be one of those black market creeps.

Once again he asked me for my name, and this time I do reply,

"My name is Annabella, just Annabella." He soon smiled and leaned down to pick my off the ground. I felt butterflies pick at my stomach. I started to wonder what was going to happen next. He was so strong for I guy who dressed so well.

"Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl." he smiled

"How rude of me to be asking you so many question if you do not know nothing about me. Let me introduce myself, my name is Drew Manning."

"Drew..", the sound of his name began to echo repeatedly in my head. Its like a stubborn record player, refusing to play its correct tune.

"I have been searching for a Annabella for a very long time, almost six years."

A question had arose in my head. Now I was suspicious about what he meant by that. Why has this stranger decided to take on me, be nice to me, and is offering me shelter?

"Your very light little rosebud and skinny too." he said. I couldn't resist the urge but to blush until the redness of my face was the only thing that I could use to warm my body up.

My legs instantly became useless to me as he tried to place me back on my two feet, especially knowing that I decided not to use them.

"A little clumsy aren't you?", he said in a joking matter, but I wasn't the one to joke with. Instead I gave him a rather ghastly smile.

"Let me take you somewhere better, drier and warmer"

"Okay." He picked me up and carried me out of the alleyway.

"From the photos I have kept of you, I beg to differ on how you looked all those years ago," Drew examined my face with a bright smile

"You remind me of my wife Ellen."