How did we get here?
How do you survive all this? Do people move one? why does it hurt so much? Someone please help me.
I am or… was 23, mom of a beautiful baby girl name Kyrie, thankfully she looks like me. She has rounded blonde hair, crystal clear skin, and amazing blue eyes. My little cherub.
We were on a stroll through the park, going to buy groceries, Kyrie in the baby carrier was giggling and making spit bubbles, I was playing with her and before reaching for the stairs, almost reaching the top I felt that my leg was grabbed and pulled from behind.
It was only a second; I dropped the groceries and enveloped the baby with my body while falling backwards.
I didn't feel the pain; I wish that I would have felt it; it would have kept me awake longer.
My head felt wet, and I couldn't see.
It felt like fading gradually, the sound of my baby cry was getting farther and farther away. I was trying to console her, or me, I… don't know.
"Its okay, its okay, its okay" I repeated like a mantra, over and over, and over. While stroking her head
I don't know if it came out, or I was just saying it in my mind. I kept doing it anyways until I was finally nothing.
No longer feeling, nor hearing. All if could do was look at millions of stars and constellations, planets, wormholes, everything was there. Everything was moving and yet all seemed to be perfectly still, like a photo that will forever capture the moment.
I couldn't move, I didn't have the need to breath and I didn't want to close my eyes for the fear that if I closed them, everything will fade away.
At first it started as a whisper, it was so shallow that I couldn't really hear it. I felt a tingling sensation on my arm that started to feel stronger, and stronger.
And just like that right in front of me appeared a man.
He was tall, white as a sheet with long dark blue hair and matching dark blue eyes.
He was grabbing my arms, and his mouth seemed like he was screaming at me, yet I only heard faint whispers, he slowly approached my face and pressed his forehead against mine.
"You need to take care of my son, if you do that I'll send you back home"
We were entranced in a dance with our eyes. Until I finally realized that he wasn't speaking, I could hear him on my head, and everything started to come back. Like Ice when it falls and breaks in a thousand pieces, my skin started to feel like burning, the need of my lungs for air was unbelievable, my heart was beating so hard that it was bumping against my ribs feeling like it will break in half.
Yet none of that was even half of painful as the sorrow and worry I had for my daughter. My heart was literally cracking.
My face was contorted in pain; I was crying like a river, little droplets started hanging around us. My scream wouldn't come out, but he heard it in my mind
"It's okay, she's okay"
He winced at my shrieks but never let me go.
He repeated
"She's okay, she's okay"
Like I had once done
