Kelly’s POV
“W-What do you want from me?” The little girl asked with a trembling body and fearful eyes. Her tears kept streaming down her face and she couldn’t move.
It was pitch black around her. She didn’t know where she was and all she knew was a scary man standing in front of her.
At the age of 12, she developed a trauma that she will be carrying for the rest of her life and yes, that little girl is me.
The sudden darkness brought that horrible memory back to me and I couldn't help shivering, "P...Please, le...let me go."
I struggled trying to escape but felt a hand caressing my cheeks and wiping the tears that were rolling down my face.
“Kels…Kels, look at me. I'm here. I'm here for you.”
I felt the voice was kind of familiar but my eyes couldn't focus. The cruel laughter still lingered in my mind. I felt the air getting thinner and I couldn't catch my breath. The next moment, I felt one's soft lips on mine. So gentle, so warm, and comforting.
