She sat there softly pushing herself in the swing. She could hear him talking at the door with some people but turned her attention back to clouds in the sky. How she wished to feel how soft the white lumps are but yet they are to far for her. After a while he came up behind her one of the people that came to visit. He only examined her. Long chest nut colored hair that stopped half way down her back. Wearing only a simple white T-shirt and blue jean shorts, and bare foot, she also had band-aids along her arms and legs. He soon found out why as she stood on the swing and slowly swung until she was high enough to jump. As she did she reached out to the sky with one hand but reality brought her back to earth.
As she hit the ground face first he ran over to her. "Are you okay?" he asked helping her sit up. She only looked at him waiting for something to happen. "What's your name?" he asked. He's different she thought. "I'm Connor, what is your name," he asked again but she only looked at him and then Haytham came outside. "I see you found my guest," he said "I don't you'll get her to talk,"
"Huh?"
"She hasn't talked for many years now," he continued and walked over to them. "I found her outside the hospital just walking around, many parts of her arms and legs were wrapped up," he placed a hand on the girls head as she looked up at him.
"So you just took her? What about her family?" Connor seemed mad but Haytham kept calm. "Her parents were killed in a car accident that's why she was there," he looked into her golden colored eyes and could tell she was happy to see him. "So you think that it was okay just to take her away?" Connor was standing and had a bit of a yell in his tone. "The bandages that covered her forehead were bloody, she was looking for help to change them but the few nurses that passed only pushed her aside, that's when I offered her help and she looked happy maybe for the first time in a while," Haytham said sitting on a bench outside. Connor looked at her and saw it, they were hard to see but they were there. Small scars that ran along arms, legs, and very few on her face except for one the ran through the left side on her lip and slightly changed the lip color. She finally looked up at Connor and smiled, then she hopped up and ran inside.
"Do you know anything on her real family?" Connor asked but Haytham only shook his head but stopped and said, "Well she does keep this picture with her, she carried it with her at the hospital." "Could it have her family in it?" Connor asked. "Only one way to find out." The two walked up to her as she was just sitting herself down in front of the t.v. "Could we see the picture you have?" Haytham kindly asked her. She gave a nod and pulled it out of pocket and gave it to him. Haytham and Connor looked at it. It was a picture of her, her dad, mom, and some others. Haytham noticed that some other people in the picture had the same scar going over the left side of their lip like her. Was it something that ran in the family? She looked a lot like her mom and even two of the older men in the back, maybe her grandfathers. That's when someone knocked on the door. The girl jumped up like she knew who it would be.
She opened the door and was greeted by a girl and a boy. "Hello . We saw you had someone over and came to say hi," the boy said. He walked in with the girl, they were brother and sister. "Hello. I'm Abelle and this is my brother Felix," she said. They sounded like they had a french accent. "I'm Connor."
Abelle looked at the girl covered with dirt and band-aids and gave a warm smile. "Hello again!"