Fear... Fear and loneliness has been the only emotions my little brain could register from the first time i opened my eyes.
I was born in a pure white room that smelled like chemicals and a tinge of iron. I Don't remember most of my childhood just the feeling of a needle being punctured each and every single day in different parts of my body.
The people that had the same clothes, the same expression, the cold white walls, the smell... Everything was monotone even the voices seemed to be exactly as the one before.
The only thing that stood out was a women. A women with a different voice. That i could hear deep inside my head. She didn't move her mouth it was like listening to her speaking to me.
She always told me stories. The one i liked most was that of a girl chasing a rabbit and having adventures on a farway land filled with fantasy and colorful people.
She always tried to explain and describe things, like one day she tried to explain what a cherry blossom flower was. To me she was the only color i could see in that monotone and painful life i was living. The women with long black hair with the ends in an almost white pink. She looked broken and fragile but at the same time in her eyes you could see the strenght of a person who doesn't want to give up. She told the way the person that brought her to the world gave her. Rosa.
She also told how the flower that shared her name looked like. It felt strange the concept of name that she had. "a name is the only connection that remains. That no matter how far or how much time has passed you will always be yourself if you remember". In this place we had a Code. A series of letters and numbers.. But not a name. I almost longed for that connection she was talking about.
And the days remained the same until the day i started to feel the changes in my body and mind. The first thing i notice wasn't that much corcerning since it wasn't noticible. I was able to listen and understand different languages. To me it was like one of the stories Rosa told me. Different places have differences be it people, things, etc.
That was one of the problems, in her story the boy traveled to far and wide to learn them.. So why was i having them in my mind as if i had learned rhem from the beggining... What was happening?