'What, no way,' I stammered, trying to work out whether this is real or I'm just dreaming. I couldn't bring myself to do anything except just look into the eyes of the woman at the door. I wasn't concentrating on whether she wanted to talk or to come in. I suppose you could say I wasn't the greatest host at that moment. That moment in time, I just wanted to pinch myself, but I couldn't even move my hand onto my arms. They were still, completely and utterly. Mind you I didn't want to move, I didn't want to snap back into reality, in case I lost the image that is straight in front of me.
She smiled at me, oh how I remember that smile. It was so beautiful, and it showed how happy she was. Except this smile wasn't one of her genuine ones. It was more of a 'smile because you have to'. I wish that people didn't do that smile, it made me feel so uncomfortable. But then again I'm being a hypocrite because I do that smile to just about anyone and everyone. It just didn't make sense. She is here, but I thought. Oh for now it doesn't matter what I thought. It's three am, and she must be so bloody cold. What was I thinking? Leaving her outside! God I am so stupid. I gestured for her to come in, but I don't think she quite understood me because she still stood there, not moving. She was no longer smiling. It was scaring me. It was then that I took a closer look at someone I had not seen in a very long time.
She had bruises all over her face, but they didn't look fresh. If only a few days old. My heart sank, what had happened to her? Her blonde hair was matted and dirty, like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It was like the living had decided to take revenge, and on someone who hadn't done anything wrong in the world. My mind went into questions, who had done this to her? And I suppose the most dubious question of all; why was she here? I then noticed the clothes, they were really tattered, and full of rips. God, she looked such a fragile figure. Her jeans looked coated in blood. The thing that scared me most of all though, was her figure. She was tiny when I last saw her, but now, you would ask yourself whether she had an eating disorder, or you would ask whether she had lived in Africa. I just didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to think. She was there, someone I had wanted for such a long time. But now, it was such a sad occasion as to why I had seen her it was all confusing me. Everything was happening so fast.
She obviously had realised that I had just seen the state she was in, and she tried to leave the doorstep. I grabbed onto her wrist, desperate to make sure she didn't leave. If this was a dream, I wanted it to be done my way, after all, it would be my dream. However, if this was reality, and in my heart I would just love it to be so, I need to ask her questions. I need to know for me. She can't leave again, I won't let it ever happen again. I needed to be able to look after her, I couldn't leave her. Not any more. I just wanted to hold her, like there was no tomorrow, but even I knew that I was being stupid thinking of that. I could possibly kill her because she was that fragile.
'Please, don't go,' I whispered, in the hope she would hear me. I realised all it had been was small talk, and quite a lot of staring. It was a very awkward situation. I really wanted to think in her shoes, but I didn't know what she had been through, and I knew it wouldn't be fair for me to just assume the obvious, or making up scenarios myself, that wouldn't be right. I wasn't going to do that anymore, because it creates hopes and dreams, and well they always seem to never come true, therefore why should I even spend the time thinking of them? She turned around and just looked at me, her facial expression stayed motionless, there was a lack of the personality that I used to know. I was scared, I cared so much about her - she just looked like she didn't know me. But she did, I knew she did. She knew she did, but there was just no emotion. She wasn't the same person.
I remember her vividly, she was so happy, always making sure the job was done. I never really noticed her, I didn't want to know her. She reminded me of my daughter, the person I was trying to forget, she was the same age as her. Oh god looking at her now, what had I done? But more than anything, how on earth did she survive? I realised that she needed to come in, maybe she wanted to explain? But I needed to give her clothes, food and somewhere to stay. The least I could do was that. So I walked into my flat and beckoned her in, this time thankfully she followed me. I closed the door and just looked at her. There were no words needed. My Daughter was standing right in front of me, and I thought she had died a year ago.
Many of you guessed right! Wooooo. What has happened to her? Review and you could find out! Sorry it's smaller than the last chapter, it was really difficult for me to write! x