We aren't supposed to feel

Part eight: Mimi

A dream I know can be as real as reality. Yes I remember it perfectly, who wouldn't? My mother was chopping carrots to put in a stew, the smell of chicken broth and many other different types of vegetables drifted in the air. I was playing with two dolls, Sunshine and Moonlight, I called them. It was a peaceful day, until they came. My mom froze looking out the window, I looked at her and I could almost feel the fear in the air.
"Mimi, honey go into the closet, hurry." She said her voice cracking.
"But mommy what's going on?" I asked.
"Never mind just go into the closet, bring Sunshine and Moonlight with you."
So, unknowing of the dangers that lied just outside, I went into the closet and closed the door. And waited, I listened to sounds of things breaking. I wondered at the time what the sounds were. Little did I know that my mom was being killed, maybe if I wasn't so oblivious that I could have saved her, but no. I waited in there for a while before heading back out. But what I saw, was horrifying. My mother, her throat slit open like it was a piece of cloth. And her hands were covered in blood. I could her them, upstairs, walking. They're looking for me. I know it. Going to the kitchen and putting Sunshine and Moonlight on the table, I grabbed a cloth and filled it with food. Then I reached for where I left the dolls but then I herd footsteps coming from upstairs getting louder. I left, leaving my two best friends behind. I ran with my small bundle of food, my mom told me that if they came that I were to hide until I could make my escape through the back entrance. Yet I never imagined that I wouldn't be running with her, but instead alone, with only my beating heart and the sound of my footsteps to keep me company. As I ran, I cried. Water streamed down my cheeks, into my lips, and onto my shirt and shoes. Then went everywhere, I felt that I could fill an ocean with the amount of tears that I shed. I hide in a cold damp cave that night, slowly and sadly eating a slice of bread. I was trying to hold myself together and not to cry anymore, but I was scared, sad, and thirsty. I didn't even think to bring water. Suddenly I herd footstep echo through the cave, someone was coming closer, and closer still. Then around the corner I saw a girl and a boy carrying a lantern, they looked at me and the boy said, "Hey, kid are you lost?" The instant he said that I burst into tears throwing my small body against his. The girl smiled. They told me their names, I told them mine. Then I explained what happen to me and why I was there, alone. They said to come live with them, that they had a small cottage and would be happy to take me in. Of course I excepted, having no where else to go. So I went with them, and now, as I wake up from that dream and look over at them, Layla and George, sleeping peacefully I know that we, including Hannah have become a family. Just like she said. I wonder if the reason I saw something good in Hannah before anyone else did is that she reminds me of my mom? It's not impossible. I burry my face into my covers ready to sleep once again, aware that the nightmare I lived is now over.