"Are you afraid?"
"What is there to be afraid of? You don't scare me one bit…"
"Foolish girl, I can sense your fear…no one can know what we did my sweet angel…I'm afraid that leaves me with only one choice."
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? How do you know what I'm feeling?"
"You've already asked too many questions…now, lay completely still. I will make this as quick as possible."
~ "No please don't!" I scream out, sitting up in my bed. I realize now that this was just a dream. A dream that was once a reality. A dream that haunts me all the time. More so around this time of year. I lean towards the door, and I do not hear anything. I smile slightly and lay back in the bed. I do not sleep…not by choice I assure you. Rather, I lay here every night just to think. I try to retain some normal aspects of my old life. A life that, if I had known what was to become of me, I would have never taken for granted….
If I could, I would go back to that night…and I sure as hell would've done things differently.
I was so distraught that day. The anniversary of a loved one's death tends to do that to people. And, I now know that he knew all of that.
He played off my emotions because he couldn't handle his own.
I never would've looked his way…never would've gone when he asked me to go with him.
When he whispered everything I had ever wanted to hear, I would've gotten up and ran away.
I wouldn't have let him take away my innocence…some guy I didn't even know.
If none of that happened, I would not be where I am now.
I would not be what I am now.
But, I am a fighter…my brother told me so once.
Who am I?
I am Elizabeth McCarty.
And this, this is my story…
I know this was super short but, I want to see what people think before I get going with this story.
I'd Love to Continue it…