📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 11: The Girl Who Was Never Born… But Knew Me
✍️ By Zaiyen
It started as a random dream.
A garden.
Soft wind.
And a girl sitting by the tree — sketching something.
She looked about 14.
Calm.
But there was something about her eyes —
like she had seen **everything**.
I asked her name.
She smiled and said,
> “I don’t have one. I was never born.”
---
I laughed, nervously.
But she didn’t.
Then she held up the sketchpad —
and showed me a drawing.
It was… **me**.
Older.
Frowning.
Standing in a burning room.
And beneath the sketch, in tiny letters:
> “You promised you’d save me.”
---
I jolted awake.
But the dream returned the next night.
And the next.
She always waited.
Always drawing.
Always staring straight through me.
One night I finally asked:
> “Who are you really?”
She looked up and whispered:
> “I’m what you erased.”
> “I’m what never got the chance.”
> “And I remember you.”
---
I began digging.
Through old family medical records.
Through whispers my parents never spoke aloud.
And I found it.
Before I was born…
there was a miscarriage.
A **sister**.
Never named.
Never spoken of.
But now…
somehow speaking to me.
---
Was it guilt?
A fragment of memory?
Or something deeper?
Something still waiting…
to be remembered.
🖋️ — Zaiyen
Comments
Post a Comment