The Creation Of A Life

1472 Words Sep 29th, 2015 6 Pages
The Creation Of A Life I don’t know my name. I don’t know my birthday. I don’t have a family. These are just a few of the things in my life that I created. I remember waking up to the light. The brightest of lights was shining down on me. Looking around, I began to question my existence. I couldn 't remember anything. Actually, that’s not true I remember dying; or at least I thought that is what happened. The sensation of drowning was the only thing that remained clear in my mind. But, as it turns out, I was wrong. I survived. I survived the hurricane that otherwise took everything from me. I woke with a loud cough followed by a deep breath. Looking back, that breath was the beginning of it all. Although it wasn’t my first breath, it may just as well be. In that moment, nothing that happened before had any significance. All that mattered from that moment on was who I created to replace the person that was taken from me: myself. I remember my eyes slowly fluttering open to the sight of a man hovered over me. This man I didn’t know. He looked at me with pity as if I was broken and for he knew, I was. His eyes were a deep brown and a mustache of the same color was full on his chin. He smiled at me; a sad smile. Although questions filled my mind, I couldn’t find the strength to ask them. He reached a hand toward me. I pondered whether or not I could accept his help. I knew nothing about this man. However, he seemed strangely honest and that’s a quality I admire. I looked…
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