Guardian Angle

　　"Look, honey! Isn't she just adorable?"

　　"I know, she looks just like us when we were young!"

　　"Oh this brings me back so many memories..."

　　Those were the memories from when I was little. All were so wonderfully peaceful.

　　Suddenly, the image changes. The happiness was replaced by anger.

　　"This is all your fault! If you hadn't did that, then this wouldn't be happening!"

　　"I'm sorry, okay? What more do you want from me?!"

　　"Oh, so you just thought you could apologize and this would all be over?!"

　　The rest was a blur. How could this happen? Couldn't hear anything except my own crying and the crashing sound of thunder and lightning, rain pouring down on my bedroom window as I watched my very own, beloved mother pack silently and leave with a gentle creak on the door.

　　Sarrah shot up, gasping for air, mind still full of images from that terrible day.

　　"What the..?"

　　"Sarrah, time for breakfast...are you okay?"

　　Her gaze turned toward the door. There stood her only remaining family and friend, Danny, the house keeper her parents had hired after they had left, probable worrying about their poor daughter.

　　"You don't look so good..."

　　"No, I'm fine. Just give me one sec."

　　Heart still pounding from her nightmare, she forced herself to clamber out of bed as Danny left. Standing before her bedroom mirror, she whispered;

　　"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. How can I forget it all?"

　　With a long sigh, she took her hairbrush and brushed her long black hair, threw on some clothes and went downstairs to have some breakfast.

　　Ever since The Day, Danny had been the only one taking care of her and the house. Her father, after her mother left, had ran out in regret, trying to convince her to come back. But there had been no signs of her, leaving him searching desperately for more. It's been two years. Her parents never returned. Sarrah had kept all of her feelings inside, and she had never spoke of that day to anyone, as if it was all just a dream...a sad nightmare. She prefered not to think about it, but she would ask herself when nobody's around: after all this time, where were her parents? Were they alright?

　　How could they abandon her when she needed them the most? How could they not have thought about her and, at least, sent her a letter telling her that they were okay? Didn't they know that she was worried sick about the thought that they were gone...probably FOREVER?! Sarrah did not let the D word scare her, though, she believes that her parents would come back eventually, safe and sound.

　　After she finished her breakfast, she went back up to her room. She selected her favorite book, crawled under the blankets of her bed and began to read.

　　Slowly, she fell into deep sleep, this time instead of a nightmare, she had a complete different dream.