Astrix

Realization

Why do I hurt?
Why?
What happened to make me feel this way?
Who is my mom?
What happened to her? To me?
Why.... Just why?

I felt the urge to cry. I didnt hold it back this time. But the tears never came. Guess I was all out. The pain I felt in my chest was back.
Heartache...
Over what?
Why do I suddenly want to cry so much?
I managed to sit up, feeling a pang of guilt stab me in the side. Well it was probably the lightning, but I was definitely feeling guilty. I just wanted to yell at my brain for putting me through this torture. There was nothing I could do. I couldnt wake up, it was obvious to me that I was in my mind. Probably a coma or something. The little girl appearing and vanishing as well as the darkness and me surviving it made it more than obvious that none of this was real. Except what I'm feeling. That was real. There is no way it wasnt.
The illusion of my younger self telling me to be sad made me smile a little. I didnt know why, but it did.
I pulled my knees to my chest and embraced all my feelings, but the guilt was still there. I looked up and saw myself jump off the edge. My dad looked devastated. It killed me inside to see him cry. We may have drifted apart, but he was still my dad and I loved him. The guilt only spread through me as the memory shifted into something else. I was a little girl. I was watching my parents fight from around the corner in the hallway. It was because of me and I knew it. Earlier that day I had spilt one of my dads experiments. The memory went a little blurry and I squinted. It was like it was a water colored painting, just dripping off the canvas. What happened to the rest... I was confused but thought nothing of it as the memory changed again. The guilt consumed me.

"GABRIELLA WINSLOW!" The woman began screaming at her child. I didnt know her or the child. I dont remember this. "I... dont understand..." I walked up to them. "This... isnt my memory..." Tilting my head, I felt like I knew this woman. I lightly touched her face. She was so beautiful. I gasped in realization. THE WOMAN FROM THE AD! Is this why I recognized her? Do I know her? What is this... I dont remember this... and that's definitely not my name... The child poured her lip, on the verge of crying, "please mommy..." the woman sighed and opened her arms to the child. I dont know what she yelled about or why she was upset in the first place, but her anger seemingly dissipated at the sight of the young girls sadness.

Naeomi Vanchietta... That's her name. From the ad at least.

Vote Naeomi Vanchietta for President!

Above the words was a beautiful picture of the woman. She was smiling, showing her perfect, sparkly even, pearly white teeth. Her long black hair was cut off at her shoulders in the picture. The long hair suited her though. She had the most mesmerizing golden hazel eyes. I felt drawn to her. The memory didnt fade like the rest. Instead the woman or well Naeomi and the little- Gabriella, walked out the door. I was compelled to follow them, intrigued and curious. I followed, but I found something I'd never expected... something...
Life changing...