There was a pounding at my window as I lay in bed, trying to find the means to sleep. A pounding so loud, I thought I heard my parents stir upstairs. A pounding so loud, I jumped three feet in the air. I ran to my light-switch and flick it up. Slowly, I made my way to the window, along the way I grabbed my brush. Protection. I observed a shadow at my window. Stepping to the side of the shadow, I drew back the curtains ever so quickly. The curtains (which I hated), revealed a man. A kind looking man, smiling bright, waving his hand at me. He gestured towards the lock and handle, he wanted in. My mind said No, don't let him in. You don't know him. But my heart, oh my heart, it screamed Please, let him in. He is the definition of safe. And so, I followed my heart.
My name is Missy Smith, and this is the story of how I was reborn.
