Identity

Chapter one

I was running as fast as I could. My breathing is turned into panting, my heart beating like a drum and making it more difficult to get air into my lungs. My whole body was screaming at me to stop running and give in but I can't I have to survive, I have to get away and I have to live a life I knew my mother would have wanted me to. I'm running down a street and the only light that is shown is the crescent moon above me; I would give anything just to stop and draw the quite streets, the normal looking houses and the happy families, well I assume that they are happy. But for me normal is over raided.

At that moment I hear shots hitting the walls, bushes and lamppost that surround me. Why won't someone help me? Why me? Okay stop with the self pity and be strong you can do this you've been through worse and you know it. I run faster and faster until I'm in an alley, I hide behind a dumpster, oh boy it smelled just like a boys locker room (not that I have been in one or anything). My breathing begins to slow down and I think I'm safe but suddenly a man begins to walk down towards me, this is it I'm dead, gone and no one is going to miss me or grieve for me. I take a deep breath and decide if I'm going to die I might as well go out fighting.

I stand there in a pitch dark alley surrounded by dumpsters, glass, and I shriek as I believe a rat just past my leg. Gross. The hairs on my back and arms are standing up. The man is way taller than me, weighs more than me and as he begins to approach me I gasp as to my surprise he puts down the gun he is holding and begins to come closer, he has his hands in the air but was it to surrender? I begin to back away from him slowly and I panic because he is closer to I franticly search for a weapon but there is nothing. I notice that I am backed up against a wall and nowhere else to go.

"If you're just going to kill me just do it, what are you waiting for?" I said.

"I am not going to hurt you; I am not armed and won't obey my orders to kill you. I'm trying to help you. Believe me when I say this but you have to get out of here, out of the district, country anything. Just run as far as you can and stay hidden and don't tell anyone; I repeat never reveal yourself until you are sure you can trust or be protected by those you will care about"

I feel like someone has just punched me in the stomach and I can't move. Crippled by my own thoughts. What is he hiding? Why is he helping me?

"Why should I trust you? I don't believe you. How can you say those things after you've seen what he can do? You know what he has trained me to do and what I'm capable of"

"Please, calm down. Look I can't explain now. They are coming and it won't take them long to get here. I tried to save your mother I near died for her and it was her death wish that I needed to get you out of here. I've seen you grow up. You're the only child that I've ever seen grown up and I won't get to see my own family again but I would gladly give my life for yours just so you can live. Your sixteen years old and you're getting an opportunity to be normal, grow up, fall in love, get married, have children and die old with the love of your life. You are different from them you are kind, caring and soft hearted you are nothing like them. So please trust me, let me help you"

His voice is pleading, desperate, begging and breathless. I believe him. I never expected to say: "I'm listening. Tell me what to do"

"Okay. You won't remember anything from tonight, who I am, what happened but however, you will remember your name, who you are, what you are, you're artistic skills and your mother. I have to make you forget it's the only way you can be safe, try to have a normal life. Once you're found you'll be sent to a foster home and be given to a family and I hope for your sake a normal loving family but just remember you know what you are and who you are."

He leaned in and cupped my face and kissed me on my forehead. He backs away slowly and looks into my eyes and he said "You're just like your mother never forget that. I'm sorry this is the only way they will believe me that you're gone"

Suddenly I am on the ground getting punched and kicked in my stomach. I can't breathe. Why is he doing this? Suddenly the answer hits me like a tidal wave he was doing it so it seemed like I was dead, swept under the rug and no longer a threat. I didn't blame him for his actions I understood. The kicking stopped. My vision is blurrily from crying in pain. He then rubs his fingers in my blood and places some on my face and he then punches me square in the mouth. That's going to hurt in the morning. I then hear a snap like someone is taking pictures but then he needs proof that I'm no longer moving or breathing. I am suddenly being picked up and all I see is the crescent moon. It's so beautiful. I am then placed on concrete; the coldness of the ground sends shivers up my spine. He bends over and says: "It was the only way" and he knocks the door. The man begins to walk away and I say as loudly as I can "I understand and thank you" I begin to fall into darkness and wondered if I closed my eyes would I ever wake up.