Forks Washington was not hard to find, "just follow the coastline north" the words said over in my head. This was a big step for me, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted to know where I belong and who I belonged too. I had walked the world looking for answers, and now just a few hundred feet from those answers I wanted to run away. Was it worth the risk? My senses where on guard ready for an attack, taking a deep breath the cool wet air entered into my lunges which helped take in the surrounding. I held the air into my chest, closed my eyes and stepped out of the lush green forest. Ever so slowly I released the air from my lungs as I walked toward the doors of the hospital. The doors opened when I got close, causing me to stop mid in my tracks. I could almost hear the forest calling me back, to end my foolish dreams. I puffed up my chest, and grabbed the shoulder straps of my backpack and walked in.

"May I help you?" The voice came from a woman sitting behind a large dark wood desk. He features were middle aged, with blond hair and a fake bronze color tone to her skin.

Cautiously I stepped toward her, gripping my backpack even more. My entire body was in flight mode. "Doctor Cullen" my voice squeaked unexpectedly "please" came out more natural.

She cocked her head and raised an eye brow at me "well do you have an appointment?"

"Appointment?"

"Yes do you have one?"

"I need an appointment to see Doctor Cullen?" My learning of big words is not very good "appointment, appointment" I said over and over in my head again trying to spark some memory.

"Do you have one?" the woman barked

"How can I get an appointment?" I asked right away, I could feel eyes on my back and more ears listing. This was not a good idea

The lady shook her head at me, "fill out this paper work and I will see if Doctor Cullen is able to fit you in".

She forcefully stuck out paper at me; I took it and looked back at her waiting for something else.

"Take a seat" she nodded toward the chairs

I turned my back and toward the chairs as I heard her under hear breath say "what are you retarded?" No human ears could have heard her, but I picked it up. Is that what I was retarded? And where was Doctor Cullen going to fit me in? These questions finally stopped when I looked down at the paper, I would have to read and write? I have not written since...my mind went flooding back to my mother teaching me how to read and write in the dirt outside of our home. Shaking my head I had to focus on now, I sat down on the chair careful not to smash my belonging inside my backpack. I looked at the paper. "First and last name" I only know of one name, I slid the pencil out of the metal clip and placed it in my fist and closed my eyes trying to see myself writing it down like I had so long ago. I found the image in my head and copied it. "Date" was next. I saw a girl who looked my age looking at me. "Date?" I asked her.

She eyed me down head to toe and said "11 4" and looked the other way.

I knew how to count, numbers were easy as I wrote "11 4" down on the paper. The other words where too big for me to know. I took the paper back to the woman at the desk, her face clenched together.

"You stay right there, DON'T MOVE" she said in a very hard tone.

I could feel people looking again as she got up and entered he door behind the desk, I could hear her heavy feet walk back to the desk, however this time she opened a door that lead deeper into the building.

"Let's go, Doctor Cullen will see you"

She lead me down a narrow strip with a lot of doors on both side, she stopped and opened and door and motioned for me to enter. She went to leave and said "you where making the other patients nervous so wait in this room, Doctor Cullen will see you in 45 minutes."

She started to shut the door, "is that long or short?" I wanted to know

Pausing she gave a blank stare, "45 minutes is that long or short?" I asked again

She pointed to the clock on the side of the wall, "when the slow black stick gets to the 5 Doctor Cullen will be in here" she shut the door and I could hear her foot steps down the hall way.

I started at the slow black stick noticing how little it moved, waiting in this little room made my chest heave, I felt like I was being crushed by the walls. No windows, and the fake air made my lungs burn. I had been waiting for years; another 45 "minuets" won't kill me…I hopped.