Green Eyes

by plague-pit-lasagna

When a girl almost drowns in a river as a child, leaving her with no memory of her life before that point, strange things happen around her. Plagued with hallucinations and paranoia she seeks to escape her problems by going from England to America but misfortune seems to have followed her across the pond and with two nosy brothers poking around it's hard to stay under the radar.

1. Chapter 1

"Please don't tell me there is a Chevrolet Impala parked outside my house," Vanessa sighed and slouched back in her tattered but comfy armchair trying (and failing) to melt into it, "ugggh, I can't do this today." She was hardly ready for another bout of what were practically hallucinations accosting her about things that weren't even happening. It had gotten much worse ever since she had moved from England to America. American-type characters were often over the top and that began to wear on you after a while.

"Oi, Kerry! Two nice looking guys with fake FBI badges are about to knock on the door, do me a favour and distract them while I nip out; we need some milk anyway, it's gone off." She hollered this up the stairs, grabbed some money off the table, and promptly slipped out the back door. The woman who must have been Kerry stretched as she made her way down the stairs. She was wearing an old band t-shirt and jeans and her short, light brown hair was still messy from sleep.

"Okay, I've got it," she mumbled to herself through a yawn.

Kerry was a friend she had met shortly after arriving in this exotic land of 24hr diners and endless roads. Kerry had worked in one of the aforementioned diners until the day Vanessa had shown up. Now they were living in a rundown house with about a third of the amount of furniture you would expect for a house that size. Living the high life. A pair of silhouettes appeared on the other side of the frosted glass in the front door, one tall and one taller. Kerry made an effort to push her hair into some form of neatness and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she waited for one of them to knock. They were taking their time having some kind of conversation and the taller one seemed frustrated. The shorter silhouette knocked on the door and Kerry went to answer it.

"Hey, what's up?" she said, leaning on the doorframe.

"Good afternoon; agents Gers and Wilcock," they flashed their badges, "We would like to ask you a few questions about some recent incidents that have happened in this area."