I was 5 years old...
"Mommy!" I yell to her.
"Yes L-" She stops as I interupt her.
"Don't say my name." The whole don't say my name thing happend some time ago.
"Okay..." She never oproved of it, but I never cared. " Sweety. What's wrong?" She eyes me as I stand in the horse feild.
"Audrey has a booboo." I tell her, talking about my Border Collie. " can you make her feel better?" She nods and walks to where Audrey holds up her paw. Mother holds the paw and moves it around bit then pulls out a large thorn. Audrey yelps as she does so, which makes me jump. "Is she okay now?" I ask, as a 5 years old I had lots of questions.
"Yes." My mother never was one with words.
"Are you sure?" 5 year old me asks again. She nods.
I run forward in the cute kid way, Audrey follows behind me. I have a picture of that. I have a picture of happy me. A little girl, everything was perfect. I could run and play, and love the world with all it's faults, all the terrible things that happend never fased me. I would cry and then mother would sing to me and hold me close telling me everything would be okay. And it would be okay, it was always okay when i was younger.
Little me runs through what i called the pony pasture. My pony Darkness would run with me. Playing wth me, loving me. I road her often, or just sit on her back braiding my hair. Mom took a picture of that too. I have it. I love that picture. I love that moment. moments like that keep me alive, keep me running. memories of little me braiding my hair and running with a pony the shade of a shadow.
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Miles Away
AventuraA shadow was following her. Hunting her for what she had seen. Her family was killed, her friends as well. No one knew her name, she was a mystery. A mystery with brown hair, and green eyes. She was scared. She was miles away.
