I can only remember glimpses, flashbacks to the past. Memories lost by words. They come briefly, one by one, and then slam into my subconscious all at once. Some are joyful, others are not.
It is said that history is like gravity, that it holds you away from me. My history, our history, known or unknown, has been pushing you away from me ever since the day you were conceived, I just hadn't realized it soon enough...
Mistakes were made, rules had been broken. You wee taken away, forced into a life you had no choice but to live. They had to force me to agree. Would you go back if you could? Knowing now what you know? the day you were forced into new hands, that is my strongest memory....
"The sun had gone to sleep many hours ago, kissing the sky goodbye before his deep slumber. The village people had closed their eyes, dreams dancing around in their imaginative minds. It was quite. But somewhere on the other side of the village came the sound of feet hitting the cobble stone, and shortness of breath.
Running through the village was a stranger, draped in servant's clothes. To her breast, she held a baby. Lights from torches flashed through the town, flickering off of buildings and seeping through the cracks. Loud voices and screaming steps chased after the stranger. They were looking for something. They were looking for the baby.
Screaming swam through the town, footsteps increased in number, ambition climbing. "Find her," the leader shouted,"Find her!"
The stranger pressed the infant further into her chest, causing the child to let out a wail. "Over there," a voice called heading towards her diretion, calling the others to follow in pursuit.
"Over there. Over there. Over there." The stranger had no choice but to pick up her pace, her feet flying. Racing away from the followers. Racing towards safety.
"Ahh," the stranger cried as we felt her body hit the hard ground. She lifted her face from the dirt, her muscles consumed by fire. Her lips let out a cat-like hiss as she got up from the cold ground. She was missing something. Her hands were empty.....
To the side of her, not short of five feet lay the bundle. She let out a sigh of content. "Thank you," she whispered. She stretched her spine out, only to feel the pain of a black boot to her back. She fell down once more. She looked up with dirt in her eyes. The leader looked down at her, a smirk playing on his fat face. She turned to the side to the baby, being held by a mystery man with cruel eyes and terrible intentions.
She looked up to the leader, tears pooling in the backs of her eyes. His smirked widened as he brought his boot over the top of her fluffy head and slammed it down."
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So you see now the minuscule bits and pieces of my thoughts. And where there are thoughts, there are memories. And where their are memories there is pain, and I'm sorry for that.
