It's None of Your Business But...

I Used To Be A Good Writer

No, this is not a self hate post. I was looking through my old writing and I found this.

    The woman looked down at her child. She had asked for a baby that she could raise, not a girl who would be sheltered her whole life, never seeing the light of the sun, never playing outside or making friends at school. Eloise, she had been named. Eloise, meaning "sun." Something she'd never see.
    Eloise was only three hours old when the doctor diagnosed her. She was taken to a special wing with no windows, just blazing and buzzing fluorescent lights that the mother hated so.
    She tucked in Eloise, kissed her pale forehead, and left silently.
    One night, Eloise was sleeping peacefully.  All was normal, normal for her at least. As she entered deep sleep, a strange dream began to occur. Eloise was standing on a cliff overlooking an ocean, yet due to the setting sun, it looked like it was an ocean of fire, not water. She heard the flapping of wings below her when suddenly, a beautiful bird with wings the colour of fire appeared before her. Eloise stepped back with awe and wonder. Then, a voice. This is sun. The bird continued to look at her, and a chill came over Eloise. This is sun. This is sun.
She woke up in a violent fit.
"What... what did that voice mean?" Eloise wondered aloud. The sun was foreign to her; out of pity her parents never described it. Could that be... sun?  But how could I dream about something I've never seen before?  
She brushed off the dream and laid her head down, slowly drifting off to sleep once more.
Then, again. This is sun. The bird stared at her, his eyes burning into her soul. Come, come. This is sun. It's so... bright. The bird flew in a circle around her, fire following in his path. Eloise found herself in a ring of fire, and it screamed at her, repeating, This is sun! This is sun!
She awoke again, this time serene and sure of herself.
She sat up.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow I go out and I see the sun."
   
    It's a bit janky, but that's nothing a little bit of proofreading wouldn't fix. Now, you may be wondering when I wrote this.
June 30th, 2017, the summer before I entered high school. Almost 2 years ago. I was 13.
Ever since I entered high school, I've had writer's block (thanks depression) so it's amazing to look back and see I wrote this when I was still young.
I'm trying to get back into writing. I actually have two stories planned. One's a Diabolik Lovers OC fanfic while the other is an original idea about a reincarnated girl trying to escape her bloody fate. I'll hopefully be posting those two soon.
This was written on my phone so sorry if the formatting is a bit weird!