A/N- I keep thinking of all these ideas for new stories, so here I am again, starting another one. I"m going to have a lot to keep up with, but I think this one could be interesting. I hope you enjoy!
My father was an absolute freak, that didn't come out of our basement. I haven't seen him for months. I didn't know how he went on living down there, and the only way I knew he was alive was when I heard screaming or things falling and clattering to the concrete ground. He was a monster, no one would believe me if I told them my story, so I don't even try.
"Why thank you Nina," I handed Mary, the old lady that lived down the street her groceries. I would go to the store every week and pick up what she needed. She was old and had problems walking, so when she asked me if I could do it for her, I said yes. Plus, it got me out of the house. "You are such a nice girl." She took her last bag from my hands with a soft smile on her face.
"Just trying to help out a friend," I told her this every time. She had a thing for repeating herself, she forgot things easily, I smiled just the same. She was quite sweet.
"Well you have a nice day Honey, and thanks again." She gave me one last smile and closed the door behind her.
I turned around and was just standing on her front stoop. I gazed up to the sun and shielded my eyes from the bright rays shinning down on me. I sighed and stepped down, heading towards my house.
I walked slowly, not wanting to be home, and be reminded of what I was. What my father did, and was still doing made me sick, even if I wasn't supposed to originally have these feelings, I did. Science wasn't a very promising thing when it came to implanted memories and feelings.
I walked to our door and took out the key from my pocket and started to put it in the door when I heard someone coming up behind me. I whipped around, ready to face anyone when I was faced with a teenage boy about my age, maybe a year or two older. I relaxed my arms and put them at my sides, just standing in front of him wordless.
"Hi. Um, sorry if I startled you," I just looked at him. Why was he here? "Um, I don't want to sound creepy or anything, but I've been watching you. Not like, following you. I just see you." I smiled inwardly at his nervousness, humans were laughable. "It's just. I... Well... Can I take you out this Saturday?" He asked me. I looked at him in astonishment. No one ever talked to me, well except for maybe Mary, but that was different. "Well?" I forgot that normal people responded, and I could feel a blush rise on my face.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, who else would I be talking to?" He smiled, probably seeing me as funny.
"Why?" I asked. Why would he ask me out? I didn't understand. I was weird, and I kept to myself.
"Well, first of all I find you fascinating. And you're beautiful," with saying that I saw the blood in him rise to his face, this made me smile.
"Sure," I told him.
"Wow, really?" He asked. "Oh, I mean. Well, okay. I'll pick you up at one then on Saturday. How does that sound?" I nodded in response and he smiled at me and turned and walked away with a small wave. I stood there for a minute or two in mere astonishment.
When I finally got my feelings together, I unlocked and opened our door and walked in. I was right away surrounded my darkness. And this is what I called home.
I walked over to the couch and sat down. I wish I could sleep, dream, I wish I was normal. I thought of the boy and then realized that he never told me his name. He made me feel, well, good. Normal even. Someone was interested in me. Someone wanted to be my friend because I was my own person. Even if they thought that I was normal, when I really wasn't. I thought about what if the boy knew about me, he would run away. Talk about me to his friends, laughing and joking. He would be traumatized if I told him I was a walking, living doll, a freak. Probably even laugh in my face.
I sat there the whole night, thinking about how I was living in hell, and could do nothing about it.
A/N- Well I hope you like it. I thought it turned out well. REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.