The stairs fall crumbling, crumbling, crumbling.
Trip and go tumbling, tumbling, tumbling.
Falling down the stairs.
Nothing to catch us.
Never had she, in her entire life, remembered the rhyme until the little girl before her, sang it. The song brought back memories she tried so hard to suppress. The tears working their way down her cheeks. All she wanted to do was hold the little girl; make everything disappear from her horrifying world. To make it all good again; as it should have been from the very beginning.
The little girl looked up at Sara with such a hopeful smile. And in return Sara returned a warm smile. Even with the hopeful smile, the child still held eyes of terror. Eyes that never the less held nothing otherwise. The eyes that Sara knew all too well, as she held the same dead eyes when she looked into the mirror.
Mirrors hold no lies. Nor do the eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul. The one thing, besides the "evidence", that cannot lie.
Sara felt a deep throb in her heart and knelt down to sit with the girl. The girl kept singing the same song. The same four verses, over and over. And soon enough Sara joined her but singing a different song.
Baby sleep, Gently sleep
Life is long and love is deep
Time will be sweet for thee
All the world to see
Time to look about and know
Know the shadows come and go
Know the breeze stirs the trees
How the blossoms grow
The child leaned into Sara and placed her small head in her lap. And in return Sara kept singing and started to stroke her hair. When the girl started to hum the tune to the song she was singing; a smile creased Sara's lips.
She was doing exactly what she wanted someone to do for her so long ago. To comfort her and make her feel safe after the hell she had been in.
She took note to the song she sang; she remembered it through her entire life. And it was true. Sometimes you just have to look around you to see what you have instead of what you don't. Her nightmares would most likely always be with her but her life would not be forever in the shadows. A light would bring her salvation. And her salvation just walked through the door. And sat down next to her and the little girl.
"I thought you said your voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard?" he whispered softly into her ear. "She's sleeping soundly." Nodding lightly towards the little girl.
"I think she understands the song, I think she knows I can't let her go." She looked questioningly into his eyes.
"I've always wanted to have a family." He said calmly, taking hold of her hand. Moving her hand, gently, side to side, letting the ring on her finger to sparkle on the ceiling. "Especially with you."
"I know Nicky, and this is a good place to start."
Placing his hand on her growing belly, "And so is here."
