I gazed into the night skies of London that was scattered with stars and clouds; I smiled as the cool summer breeze whipped my dark hair around my face. This scene was disrupted by the noisy bustle of vehicles zooming round the roads, I rolled my eyes and pulled my silk shawl tightly round my shoulders and closed the French doors that led to the moonlit balcony.
"Belle?" My mother came into my room upon hearing the slam of the doors. She was wearing a dress of blue silk and her hair was elegantly twisted up into a bun, streamed with pink pearls.
"You look beautiful Mum." I smiled as she sat on the edge of my bed, she smiled back, running her fingers over the cover of my Peter Pan book that was on my bedside cabinet.
"Thank you dear." She said, smiling wanly.
I took a deep breath and asked the question that haunted my every waking moment.
"Where did I come from Mother?" I asked quietly as I knew that my Mother and Father had adopted me from a young age.
"You honestly don't remember?" She said, surprise etched in every corner of her face, I shook my head and she sighed.
"Well some doctors say that a traumatic time can sometimes wipe your memory. But okay I'll tell you everything. One night there was a cloaked figure running along a dusty track at midnight. They knocked on the door of the adoption centre, where me and your father worked. The hood fell down revealing a pale young woman who had a girl who was about ten, the girl was you Belle. She begged us to take you in, so we did and we offered her to come in and stay for a while but she just shook her head and the darkness swallowed her up." She finished the haunting story that rose Goosebumps on every corner of my arm.
"Was that my Mother?" I asked her and she shrugged and shook her head.
"I don't think so." She said, she opened her mouth to say something else when my Father shouted up to my Mother.
"Come on Julia!"
"I'm coming Kai!" She shouted back, she smiled sadly and gave me a hug and scurried off to my Father's beloved party. My Father didn't really have any time for me as soon as I turned 15. I sighed and sat back on my bed; I felt my eyelids getting droopy and slid blissfully into the world of dreams where there were no Fathers that made you feel like crap. I was skimming gracefully along the water in a lagoon, amazed at my new found powers. I heard someone singing a ghostly, eerie tune and I'm sure I had heard it somewhere before. I finally saw land and walked upon my new destination, it was an exotic jungle and a boy was lying on the jungle floor with curly brown hair, I couldn't see his face properly because it was blurred. All I heard next was maniacal laughter that made fury rise in the pit of my stomach.