"Mel I'm going to get you". The man kept running towards the little girl. By now Melissa knew that she was that little girl. The man was her father and the woman sitting in the rocking chair was her mother.
The little girl was wearing a blue dress with a white embroidered flowers that seemed like were raining down on the dress covering it like snowflakes. She wore white socks and black shoes; the dress also has a white collar that went up to the girl's neck. Her black hair dripped down her shoulders and flowed like water with every step that the girl took. Her skin was pale, and Melissa could see her blushing by so much running. The most predominant feature of the girl were her eyes. Her silvery eyes were glistening between the fog that surrounded them.
