Reviews Requested- Safe - a way to live - prologue

[babii.blu.eyes.]

so basically i have been writing what i someday hope to be my autobiography and i have finally come to what i hope is a finish to the prologue..any comments or views would be greatly appreciated as although i think it is good i want someone elses opinion..to see if it really is ok..
the premise is that it is my autobiography but it is a grown up version of myself watching the child, adolescent, young adult me grow up....

There was a little girl I once knew, she had white snowy blonde hair that gleamed in the sunlight as she played outside and bright blue eyes so clear and deep you could swim in them. Her eyes were always what drew me towards her, full of determination and focus, gleaming as she smiled widely. There was a sparkle to them that could challenge that of any diamond and yet if you looked close enough you could see dark clouds behind that sparkle. As a child she would rush up to anyone willing to listen to tell them excitedly about her latest adventures, as a child people were drawn to her receptive eyes and personality, as a child her eyes shone with the hope of what life had to offer. As she grew older I noticed that her sparkle began to dim and the dark clouds behind them seemed to become stronger, with every passing day her personality faded further and further into a deep recession, she became harder to reach, lost. As the years continued to pass I watched the sparkle continue to recede until eventually all that was left was a shadow of who she used to be, she moved from childhood to her teenage years and although I thought it impossible, her eyes became even more clouded, almost empty. Every day that she suffered I cursed those who had done this to her, I cursed them for taking advantage of a child so innocent and young that she had no idea what had happened was wrong, and I prayed that I could reach out to her and prove to her that she was loved. When there was no life left to her eyes I couldn’t even hope to reach her, she had moved into some far off world where no human could penetrate her mind or soul anymore, where she could no longer be harmed. This retreat meant that no one could harm her any longer but it also meant that no one could reach in and help her, she was immune to any human connection. She became a lost girl, she saw no future for herself in this world and she slowly lost any desire to be a part of a world where horrors such as those from her past could occur. Nobody but her and myself knew of the unspeakable events from her childhood and yet I could still find no way to reach her, but despite that, I never left. For years she fought what seemed to be an endless battle and with every day she continued to fight she wondered if she could ever win, there were times she lay down her weapons, set on letting her past consume her, and yet every time she gave up she started fighting again ten times harder. As she entered adulthood the sparkle still hadn’t returned to her eyes but there was something there, something to replace the cloudy nothingness. When I looked closely in her eyes I could see a fire, a will, a desire to continue fighting, a determination to fight right up until the very end, to never let them win. She began to speak out about her experiences, she spoke with passion and courage, in her words she began to challenge what she had been taught which meant not only challenging those who had taught her but also her own twisted belief patterns. I could see the toll this took on her and her constant internal battle that was shown only by the battle scars that covered her body, scars that she hid from the public eye. She started to speak about hope and of fighting for the life she deserved, she started taking steps towards her recovery that she had never been able to take before. Battle worn and bruised she began to fall again into a dark despair that seemed impenetrable, despite her strength her body, mind and heart were tired and the fight seemed to ebb out of her as the days went on. I saw her fight but I also saw her scars, I saw her strength but I also saw her crying silent tears when she was alone. I knew that if something didn’t change then her time here would be limited and yet she surpassed all expectations and every day she got up and fought, fought for the one thing she needed, the one thing she had been searching for all these years, a way to live.