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The girl awoke in a strange room, with stranger people standing over her. The first two were dressed in blue, a boy and a girl with notebooks in their hands. The next two were sitting asleep in chairs across the room, their faces looked kind. She turned her head, only to see a man dressed in white, her eyes widened in fear. White was bad, white meant pain. The girl curled into a protective ball, the doctor looked at the girl noticing her fear. He removed his white coat, and she relaxed slightly. He motioned to the cops at the other end of the room, before attempting to shine a light into the girls eyes. She curled up again, the doctor took the hint, walking over to the couple he awoke them and motioned out the door.
"What's your name, sweetie?" The woman asked kindly, the girl looked at her in confusion, "What's name?" The girl repeated asking what the word meant. The cops sighed and walked out the door, "Well?" The doctor asked anxious, "Well, the girl either has amnesia and can't remember what happened, or doesn't know how to talk. My guess is that it's both." The male cop spoke. A woman obviously from social services walked up to group, "How is she?" The woman said worried, "We believe she has amnesia and doesn't know how to communicate." The doctor said repeating what the cop said. She turned her attention to the couple in front of her, "And who might you two be?" She asked the couple, "Mr. And Mrs. Roth." The doctor introduced,the couple shook the woman's hand. "They'd like to file for custody of the girl." The doctor finished. The woman brought out a suit case, "Alright let's head down to the cafeteria, and fill the papers out." The woman walked away, the Roth's following behind.
Once all the papers were filled out for custody, the woman handed them a birth certificate, "What are you going to name her?" The woman asked, the Roth's smiled. "Breeze, but we'll call her Bree." Mrs. Roth said. The woman smiled "How fitting."
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Chase Davenport wandered through the house as toddlers often will, looking for another book to read. He finally found one on airplanes, he lifted the book up, just as his father lifted him into arms. " Daddy!" Chase shouted as he wrapped his arms around Donald's neck. Setting the book down on the table he caught site of a old photo, of: him, his late wife, and their two children Brave and Janelle. A tear rolled down his face which he quickly wiped away, taking the book he walked to his son's room to read him a bedtime story.
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The boy who remained behind sighed in relief, he didn't care what happened to him now, he could handle it. He was proud of himself that he saved someone from this pain even if it he had to stay behind. He clung to the memory of the girl's face, as well as a very old memory one so old that even the words of the lullaby were lost. He silently hummed the tune to himself as curled into a ball to fall asleep.