The Forever Familiar Stranger
A young girl sleeps in her bedroom. Her hair was long and light brownin color and a bit messed on her pillow. Her hazel eyes although closed werefilled with innocence and youth. She doesn't know much about the world yet,she does not yet know the troubling events that will take place in the years tocome. She sleeps soundly and worries little about the future.
Oh how i wish it were like that again.
Thought the teenaged girl peering through the window.She looked into the room with the same eyes as the young girl, only thoseeyes have lived through things to come, her eyes showed her sleeplessnights with dark circles. Her hair still long but now dyed dark she wore apiercing in her eyebrow. She walks into the room straight through the walland kneels beside her bed.
God i hardly recognize the place.
She thought asshe looked at the child. M
ust be about 10 or 11 now... You think you knowthis world
, she laughed at her thought,
oh..kid you've got a lot of learning todo
. She moves to put her hand on her shoulder but then decides against it.She turns on the bedside lamp and leans closer careful to keep her distanceat the same time."Hey, I need you to wake up." She whispers in the child's ear. The girlwakes, sits up and rubs her eyes."What? Who are you? How'd you get in my room?" The teenager puts afinger to her own lips and shhes her."I need you to look into my eyes, you'll understand everything if you just look into my eyes." She stares into the girl's eyes hoping she will shewhat she cannot say
Seconds pass and wonder began to pass through thegirl's eyes, ever the open minded one she believed who she appeared to be."How?" The teenager responded by cutting her question off and shhingher again."Don't say it. Just listen to what i have to say and don't forget a singleword." Her eyes looked at her with worry and regret. "You have lived your lifeso far sheltered, in a few years, things will start happening. You will have nocontrol over these things. You cannot stop them, you cannot change them. You can't change the past... No matter what happens, No matter how hardyou think it is. You must know that the hard times will pass. Everything will beokay.... everything will be okay." She repeated the second time almost toherself. "I promise you, you can survive." Tears pass down her face as shesuddenly looks up, light shining on her face. "Time's up. Be strong." The lightspreads through her body and she slowly disappears from the room takingthe light with her. The child lied awake that night wondering what willbecome of her. As the years pass memories of the event fade, eventuallyremembering it as a dream and nothing more and yet anytime life wouldbecome almost unbearable she stands still and breaths, whispering toherself, "Be strong, you can survive." She lived through the many years of