Her story

This story is about a young girl and her tragic life, watch her as she goes along her journey.
Alyssa is a twelve year old girl, she is a skinny brunet who is about 4ft,9". She has hazel eyes and is beautiful. And this is her story...

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7. "Why are you alone?"

"Honey, I love you..." My mom says. "I wont let anything happen to you."  I am crying. "Mom?" My mom looks at me. We were in the car. My dad was driving. I didn't know where we were going, but we were driving. I started crying harder, I knew what was about to happen next. Somehow. "Honey, Alyssa why are you crying?" My mother consoles me. I close my eyes and cover my ears because I don't want to witness what happens next. Suddenly the car explodes. Somehow me and my dad make it alive. But my mother is dead...

Suddenly I am startled awake by my own scream. This has been happening for the past few months. Night terrors. I had once heard of them in school, or a movie. You scream aloud in real life because of things happening in your dream. And that has been what is happening to me. I'm nervous... what if someone calls the police thinking that I am being murdered or something? I would just have to run I guess and hope that no one finds me. 

                                                                                                                                                                    

"No!!" I scream. I'm crying in my sleep. Screaming. When suddenly I awake. I'm startled by someone awakening me. "Hey," Says a young woman. She is about twenty. I look up at her. My face was wet with tears and I was still crying. "Whats wrong? Are you in pain?" She puts her hand on my shoulder. I didn't know how to respond. I hadn't talked to someone in six months... I hadn't talked at all in six months. "Are you all alone?" She is obviously trying to get something out of me. I nod. I was alone. And I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to let anyone in because they would just hurt me again, or leave me.

"Why are you alone, hon?" She says. I don't speak. "Hon, you are going to have to talk to me in someway, or else I cant help you." I didn't want to be helped. I had grown to like being alone. I didn't want to be in the cold anymore, or have to scrounge around for food. But I wanted to be alone. I felt safe that way. Like nobody could harm me. The woman still stood there. "Listen, I have heard you for a while now down here, I know you are alone, I don't know why, and you don't have to tell me, I just want to help." She looked disappointed that I still wasn't talking. But, she was determined to get something out of me. "Come on," She said getting up. I sat still looking at her. "Come with me. You are coming inside with me." It didn't seem like I had much of a choice. So I went with the woman. 

When we got into the building that she lived in we climbed up quite a few flights of stairs. It seemed like this was an apartment building. I had never been in one before. I had always lived in a house, it seemed so different, but not bad, just... different. We reached the floor where her apartment was on. She allowed me into her apartment. "You can sleep on the couch tonight, we will talk more tomorrow morning." Once again It seemed like I had no choice. " You sleep well now." She said.

And I did sleep well. Although I felt uncomfortable at first, I kicked off my shoes and lay back. I pulled a blanket over me and I fell asleep. I had more nightmares though. I knew I would be having them for a while. But the nightmares weren't what was bugging me. It was the next morning... I would have to talk to her, I would have no choice. I would have to explain everything. And I was dreading it. Deeply and utterly dreading it.

                                                                                                                                                   

 

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