While The Tears Fall Down

A Flash From The Past

"Lily, Lily come play with us!" A girl yelled. My heart started pumping. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" she asked. It...was..me! I was the little girl crying! As if i wasn't already confused. The girl left "me" alone, I went on with my business and stared outside the window, just looking at the other children playing. I was around 4 at this time, the social service had just drooped me here 4 hours ago, I'll never forget those days. "Lily, why aren't you playing with your friends?" A lady asked me.

"I..don't have any friends miss, I just want my mom." I pleaded. She explained the situation to me and how i was left here to find a new mom. At that time i felt unwanted and that's when the depression comes in. Everyday I would sit in the same place without no food, no water and no friends, I knew it was bad for my mental health but I had no other choice. 

I felt weird looking at my past so I started to look for the orange door again, after hours of looking I finally found it, I went through and surprisingly found my 7 year old me, on the streets of Chicago. I looked like a camper with all of my, canned food and bottled water and a bag with clothes on my back.

A few months later i started to get low on supplies so i started shop-lifting. I got so good of it that i started doing it for other people too. After 2 years my old foster parents found me and send me to an all girl boarding school in London.

I got tired of the richness and stubbornness so I escaped and went to live with some people I met when I was on the streets 4 years later they got arrested for smuggling drugs and I was back in the orphan until I was 15. Each door took me through each memory bad and good. Each door made my heart broke piece by piece, each door made me shed a tear.

I finally went through the last orange door, leading me back to the place where this all started, my bedroom. The pancake smell was gone and the light wasn't on my face from the beggining " Was this all a dream?" I wondered.