To Mend A Broken Girl

Chapter 2- Memory's Puzzles (You)

(Dedicated to my Maths teacher, who told me to keep writing!)

"The best teachers are those who show you where to look, but don't tell you what to see" ~ Alexandra K. Trenfor

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How I ended up here, I didn't know myself.

The smell felt nice and soothed a bit, but I still felt the numbness of crying.

Everything was clean, no spots of dirt anywhere.

Yet things were a bit plain, it felt like home.

It felt like somewhere I've been before.

And I couldn't put my finger on it, but it felt familiar... As if most of my life was spent here.

It seemed crazy at first, to me too. But it felt warm and cozy. I liked it.

And that was rare.

A shadow came closer as I rolled myself up into a tighter ball.

"Hey, hey! Don't be scared!" A soothing voice called.

Even when I heard that voice, it felt new but familiar at the same time.

I just couldn't think it out.

But the answer is there, somewhere.

"Who are you..." I whispered, my voice was hoarse and cracking. Almost as if I sounded I was crying.

I was met by a face, a face that had a smile written on it.

And that smile gave off a light that changed the lonely atmosphere.

Which was strange, it was something I hadn't seen in a long time.

The presence then chuckled a bit before a smiling once more.

Now he really looked familiar. But who?

"Well I must be... Familiar, to you?" He looked at me.

"Well yes, you are!" I tried voicing out, but nothing escaped.

He pats my head.

"People you truly remember come from the heart, so don't try to think it out, but instead- follow your heart, It's not there to only beat, you know!" With that he smiled again.

With that, I felt I was alive like before.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"That, you find. If you believe you knew a person, then you'd have no problem finding who you knew."

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LATE CHAPPIES SAY AYYEEEEEEE

CUZ IM RESPONSIBLE LIKE DAT (Not)

Sorry, my brother kept me up all night with his homework.

Well that's all!

-Melo The Duck