Remembrance
People always think about the future. Everyone but me. I don't want to think about the future. Always having to worry about what kind of guy you're going to marry, or what major you're going to do. But not me. Maybe, it's because I'm abnormal.
I never had time to think about the way I would live. That's because I was scared. My whole world went dark after that fatal incident about ten years ago. My mind was absolutely obsolete to the world around me. I felt as if I was not allowed to live. Like the world never wanted me there in the first place.
I still think about it. The night that my mom died. I had promised myself that I would forget about it - big mistake - but, every time I clear my mind, the images start to reappear. Every night, it haunts me. All these images.
Blood. The red blood that hit me in the face that same night. The weather. Cold, damp. Around the little house that we lived in, it was always that way. I never complained. Even on that night. I was stuck. Forever.
Stuck. Stuck in this nightmare. Forever. I hate the way I felt about this whole thing. I wasn't claustrophobic. I was just - scared. Was this the image that the world was about to paint for me? A nightmare?
If so, I want to escape. Run. Away. To a place that didn't paint these awful pictures in my head.
My head.
Burning.
What was this?
I don't understand.
Wh - what is that?
Who are you?
Stay away from me!
NO!
