My beginning was sweet. Life smiled at my newborn face with such tender. My mother always cared for me.
Her beautiful smile penetrated in my mind when I first saw her. She had long beautiful freshly dyed curls hanging from her shoulders as she carried me in her motherly arms.
So graceful.
So caring.
No one else would ever feel the way I felt in her arms.
Every time my eyes turned to see her beautiful oval face with those big almond looking eyes.
Oh! Her brilliant light brown eyes.
So light that they reminded me of honey , not natural honey but the syrup for pancakes.
She had an amazing personality that would never fit with her looks, and even though she wasn't a supper model with fake rosy lips and cheeks my father always loved and took care of her like a valuable piece of art.
Because in reality she was beautiful. .....
She had a sort of flat stomach that she gain after 2 long years of non stop exercise. Big hips and thights with a small sort of medium waist and toned arms.
She was thick not thin, like the models in Victoria Secret but even though she was thick her clothes always look very lovely and sexy on her.
I'm sure my Father had to be crazy for her because she is an admirable woman.
My father wasn't the rich type of men who was always envied.
No he had a lot of friends and many women always wanted him.
Even when my mother and him got married there was still lots of women who would pass by their house and gave my Father seductive stares.
I don't blame them though, because he was a very handsome 50 year old man.
My father never payed any attention to them because he had the most beautiful human being right by his side.
He was tall about 1 and a half inch taller than my mother.
He had dark brown hair always colmbed back with a stunning cheerful smile that fit in with his handsome dark brown eyes.
My mother was 27 when she married my father who was 37.
I had the most amayzing childhood, I'm sure every child would love to have.....
But The truth is I don't remember how did I end up here.
The memory of the long lost faces hunt my dreams.
Where I'm I?
Who am I?
Those are main two questions I ask my self to guide me through.
Yes, I've been left alone. I rarely see people around here. I really don't know the reason why I remember my parents so well but I can't remember non of the faces I see in my dreams.
There has to be an explanation for this. I can't stay here forever, I mean it feels like I've been here for years.
Like I'm in some dream and it's so real but I can't wake up.
I can't explain that feeling I get.
It's not so much of a feeling because is so far away ...... I think I would call it an emotion.
I don't feel pain.
No pain at all, I'm on my feet standing in the middle of what I believe to be two dark brown mountains with ice at the top.
There is almost no light. My feet are bare, naked touching the cold water.
All I'm doing right know is listening, trying to feel.....But is useless.
I don't understand why I'm I not hurting. There is probably freezing cold water beneath my bare feet and yet no feeling at all.
I'm only wearing a lose light blue dress, and I'm still not a sign of feeling within me.
I'm just here standing alone.
But then something caught my attention.
Something was moving near the Apple tree next to the running cold river.
It is bright.
Could it be a person?
Or an animal?
Or could it be my worst fear?..........
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