A Girl I Once Was

My first story, i was probably abour 13.

A Girl I Once Was

I ran away wearing nothing but a gray blood stained rag, grasping my baby doll as I bolted through the woods hoping he was not chasing after me. My green eyes blurred with tears, lashing around to find any escape. Facing dehydration and exhaustion I stopped short and fell to ground, wet with morning dew.

I was awakened by a voice, a man shouting my name. It was him. Holding back the cry of defeat and the tears of fear, I took off once again, tripping over every branch in sight. The shouting stops. I began to think, Is this just a dream? Is he really after me? My mind did not give me an answer and I was still failing to hear his voice.

So I marched on, hungry and afraid. Afraid of him finding me, afraid of dying alone with my baby doll. Days past and I grew delirious. I would always think I saw a road, or an actual person standing in front of me. One day, I misunderstood my so called “delusions”. What I saw was a road and a car moving forward. What my mind was telling me was that it was just another delusion of mine. I walked towards it. Reaching my hand out, it looked so real! I walked right into it. Everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I heard the sound of a little beeping and un familiar voices surrounding me. I slowly, and painfully, opened my eyes. I saw what I believed a real doctor would look like. He had the nicest voice I had ever heard. “Hello? Young lady, can you hear me?” As confused as I was, how could I resist this voice? I answered as best I could “Y-yes, I can.” The un familiar voices now sounded more happy and relieved, the doctor looked at me and smiled, “What is your name sweetie?” I was now aware of the danger this could bring me. What if he was looking for me? Will they give me back to him? That’s all I could think of. Then the doctor asked me again, this time with more curiosity then the first. I knew I had to lie. So I told the doctor the only name I could think of, the name of my baby doll. “Katie, Katie Freelance.”

Years went by and I was placed with a family, a family I could call my own. Over time, I learned to forget the story of my past and then I just stopped remembering all together. I met a man whom I love. He is now my husband and we share 3 children, two boys and a girl. Until this morning, I haven’t thought about my past in 32 years.

I was shopping for my youngest daughter, she loves dolls and I decided to buy her one, she just turned 5. I reached the doll isle and began to search for the perfect doll. I found my doll, “Katie Freelance”. There she was, in a plastic box, blonde hair and green eyes. She looked just like my daughter, Sara. Sara was my real name. I bought that doll for her. I realize that I can’t let go of the past. History does repeat itself I guess but it is our job to make the best of it. Until my daughter is older, I will keep my history to myself, until then, I will remember my past.

Author's Note

Be nice, it was my first time writing a story.