*******Author's Note: Letting all of you know this is not my story. I'm posting it for a friend of mine. She does not have a fanfiction but she does have a wattpad. PM me if you want her name. Hope you all enjoy the story! :) *******

Chapter 1: The Discovery

I was on a queen size bed with a deep, rich color gold with silver lining. The curtains that hung over the window was that same gold with silver linings on it. The walls were a gold color. Across from the wall was a fifty-inch flat screen mounted to the wall with a darken wooden dresser, that was a really reliable wood, meaning it wouldn't be like the cheap ones I'm use to and break when I open a drawer. The room is larger than a master bedroom would be in a regular home. Something about this house seems to be not be like other places but it is a new home. Doesn't every house feel like that? Maybe, but something still doesn't seem right about this place. My life hasn't been normal ever since I was a kid though. So maybe I'm being paranoid. I was getting tired, being up the last few hours, trying not to think about what has happened over five hours ago. I threw my shoes off and laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. It took a couple of minutes to fall asleep but I finally fell asleep thinking of my two pointed teeth.

I was in a small messy bedroom. The bed was a wooden bunk bed with drawing of names and pictures since I was in elementary. All of the little pictures, words, or sentences had a meaning to them. Beside the bed was a t.v. tray being used as a nightstand. There was a lamp with a camera, an alarm clock, and trash covering the top from the night before to lazy to get up and throw it away. Beside the nightstand was an trash can that was tall and round. On the adjacent wall was the door then a wooden dresser that belong to my younger sister. She had written guys' names on it with a sharpie, and friend and I had written on it with nail polish when we were in middle school. On top of the dresser was a blue box with a dragon on top of it, a heart shape earing holder covered in earrings, perfume, and things we got from other states. Beside the dresser was another t.v. stand that was used for a table. This one had make up, hair applications and Vladimir Todd chronicles series. Beside that was a closet with the doors closed. On the left door was a mirror and in the mirror was me. I had on blue jeans and a white shirt that had a loose turtle neck that hung down over my chest. I had my purple glasses one. I was blind without them. I was holding a laminated piece of paper. It was a poster of a hot shirtless guy on the front. He had black pants on. He had blonde hair. I didn't know who he was. I pick it out because he is shirtless teenage boy that has abs. What girl wouldn't get this poster? I was about to put a thumb tack through it to stick it in the wall. when there was a light but firm knock on the door.

"What is it, Katie?" I yelled, laying down the poster on by bed and the tack on the dresser. Katie was six. She was still in the kindergarten. She keeps knocking on the door asking to play school with her but I told her I was busy with homework. When I got done I went to see if she was still wanting to play but she fell asleep so I started cleaning my room, then got bored with that and hung up posters. "Are you still wanting to play school?" I opened the door and saw that it was not Katie. It was a police officer.

"Hello, Miss. I am Officer Jones. I was asked to take you the police station to talk to you."

"Okay."

"I would like you to come with me."

"Lets go."

"Okay, let's go."

I was walking out my bedroom door when I felt a sharp pang in my mouth. "Excuse me a moment. I have to use the restroom." I hurried to the bathroom before I got to hear his response. I closed the door to the bathroom. It was a small bathroom, with a mirror to left when you walked in. There was a sink underneath the mirror. Behind the door there was a closet with a full mirror. When I opened my mouth to look at what was causing these problems theses past few days. I just never had the chance to look at it. It usually happened when I was in school. When I opened my mouth there was two long pointed teeth in front. I froze, wondering what were in my mouth. Then I tried to pull on them to see if they were real or I was just imagined them. I soon found out that was a bad idea. Not only did it hurt my mouth to pull on them, but my finger slipped and cut my finger. Blood started to gush out of the cut. I automatically put my finger up to my mouth and turned around and got a Band-Aid out of the cabinet behind the mirror. I walked out of the bathroom still wrapping the finger with the Band-Aid. Officer Jones looked at my finger and then looked away quickly. I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Concerned? No. He looked more like he was worried. Why would he be worried? It was gone as quickly as it came.

"Ready, Miss?"

"Uh, oh, yes. Sorry. Got distracted."

We headed towards the two police cars with there lights flashing. The neighbors were outside watching, waiting, I guess. Officer Jones put my in a back of a black and white cruiser. When he got back into the car he noticed I was playing with my teeth. I didn't notice that I was until he noticed me doing it. They were gone. "Is something wrong with your teeth, Miss?"

"No. I'm fine."

He put both his hands on the steering wheel and it pulled up the cuff of his uniform. He had a purple tattoo going around his wrist. The design was what looked random. He saw me looking at it and pulled his cuff back over it. "Cool tattoo."

"Uh, thanks."

"Did you pick it out for a reason or just at random, because it looks like it is a random design."

"Let's not talk until we get to the station."

"Okay, but it was only a question."

"Okay. I'll answer your question if you will tell me what was bothering you in your mouth and why you have a Band-Aid on your finger."

We didn't talk until we got there. Actually we didn't talk anytime after that. We got to the station. He held to door of the car and to the building and all the doors until we got to the small room in the back of the station. There was a metal table and two metal chairs on opposite sides of it. There was a mirror on one of the walls. Oh, great. I'm being watched. The door opened and a man walked through it and closed the door behind him.

"Please, have a seat."

"No, thank you. I watched enough shows that when a officer and suspect or victim are in room with a one-way mirror someone gets accused of a crime and it usually isn't the officer. And I'm pretty sure I'm not an officer, so your here to get me to confess something I didn't do."

"No, you didn't. This isn't about you. This is about your parents." He hesitated before saying parents.

"Why did you hesitate? Before saying 'parents'."

"I don't know where to start-"

"How about the beginning."

"Okay, the beginning, let's see, here. Well almost seventeen years we received a call from some young folks in the country saying that there babysitter has gone missing and upon further investigation they realized that their daughter was missing. We weren't able to find the babysitter, until lately. We found out that she had a couple of daughters of her own. Her daughter would be your age by now. And the missing child."

"You think that my mother kidnapped me. That doesn't prove anything. My mother could have been pregnant while she was babysitting and she got freaked and she could have called someone else and they could've taken her."

"Yes, but your mother cannot bear any children. I-"

"She gotten her tubes tied."

"No, she was born that way. Some woman cannot be able to bear children. Your mother is one of them."

"That makes you think I'm that missing child. My mother could have adopted me. Legally."

"Then you wouldn't mind having a test to see if you are the child?"

I walked towards him and gave him my right arm. "Go ahead." A woman in a white coat, a doctor coat, came in carrying a small box. She took out a syringe and a needle out . She drew some of my blood. When she gotten almost done I noticed a purple tattoo on her left arm. The one had the same design as Officer Jones, but not in a way. She finish and hurried out of the room.

"May I leave now?"

"Not until the test comes back, but we can put you in a more comfortable room if you would like."