Past

         You were following me. You are short and small, wore a thin black cloak, caked with mud. You couldn't be more than 30, but your skin is wrinkled from worry and there are strands of silver in your milk chocolate hair. And your eyes. Your eyes are what scare me the most. they are green on the outside but become more hazel towards the middle.I can see your terrible past in them, and resentment. You would appear, then see me and run, only to show up again within a day. It is as if I was stalking you. But I knew that it was you following me. I could see it in your eyes.Why didn't I tell anyone? Why don't I tell someone now? I knew you would be hurt (though I don't know whether it would be physical pain or mental pain) if I told someone. Your eyes told me everything. Now I just have to make people believe that you were the horse handler on my late grandfathers farm. Sorry if this offends you, but it is the only logical explanation for why I know you and no one else does. I guess that it isn't so bad that my father is terrified of horses. My mother is gone. Back to you now. The doctors said that when you wake up, you won't remember anything. That is why I need to talk to you. For you to remember, and then for me to find out. Did you even know my name? you won't remember now anyway. It is Bella. Don't worry, I am keeping your secret, what ever it is. The doctors think that you got hurt while handling horses. I doubt that.