I wake up hearing loud crying noises downstairs. I get up and search where the sounds are coming from.

There in the corner of the sofa was a little girl sobbing and crying loudly as she can. She turned to me, eyes bloodshot with tears.

What do I have done to deserve this? she asked me.

I don't know you, I replied.

She walked straight to me looking directly at my eyes.

Why do you keep on hurting me? What have you done to yourself? asked the little girl who slowly fades through the air.

I was shocked as hell. As I turned around I saw my photograph in the shelf when I was little. That girl was me?


© almyrrha