Fallen Angel

"My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. Baby blue blankets covered me. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn't help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could tell the time of day was morning. Morning is usually the most peaceful time of day for me. I sat up on the bed and looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me, I don't really know why; I had never seen this room before. I wondered how I got here, but I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all."
I got out of bed and there was a somewhat loud clanking sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with small silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was two and a half inches long, and it gleamed and shimmered like precious diamonds from the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seems to be wearing a purple dress robe. Nest to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except it was pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror adjacent to the door in front of me, I saw my own reflection in the mirror. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corner of the heart locket was a name that was printed “Fallen angel” and in the middle there was date carved into the locket saying

20 December 1995

The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why is it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if the little girl next to her is really me. The door in front of me knocked unexpectedly. I just watched and glared at it, then seconds later the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young beautiful woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangle glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat squeaky voice.

“Hello, you’re awake”

I said nothing to her and continued to glare at her.

“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Rainbek.”