Who I Am?
Hey, guys! Thanks so much for the reviews and alerts! I've just came back from school and see your reviews. It really really makes me happy :D
So this is chapter 4, i have so much fun writing this one and as you can see it's longer.
Btw, as i was saying before this story is based on 'Dustbin Baby' but i put twist in it to make this more interesting and more dramas as well.
So, enjoy!
Chapter 4
I remember, that morning I woke up, screaming and shaking. I had a terrible nightmare and I wanted Mommy to comfort me. But she didn't come to my room, not even after I cried so hard until my throat hurt. So I went to her room, but she wasn't there. I began to panic, what if she had gone and left me alone. I searched every room in the house, until I found out the upstairs bathroom was locked. I began to calm down, I thought she had gone to the bathroom at night then fell asleep there. I twisted and turned the door knob. I knocked. I called.
"Mommy! Are you there? MOMMY!"
She didn't answer me. I tried to call her again from the back garden, the bathroom window was open at the top.
"Mommy! Mommy! Pleaseee, wake up!"
Mommy still didn't answer me, but Mrs. Hudson did. She was a widow who lived next door, I didn't really like her, or her son. They were forever comparing me with Lucy. It was bad enough for Mommy and Daddy to compare me with her, but having a nosy neighbor to do so was too much.
"Quinn? What are you doing here this early?" she called.
I was scared she would tell me off so I ran back to the house but I wasn't fast enough.
"Quinn! Don't run away, you silly kid! I'm talking to you."
She was standing on her garden behind the fences in a nightie. If only I wasn't so scared I probably would have laugh at that sight, but at that moment I was too busy sobbing and calling for Mommy.
"Don't cry, dear." Mrs. Hudson said nicely, which was a rare thing, "Where's your Mom?"
"In the bathroom." I said, then burst into tears again.
To my surprise, she made her gardener, Burt, to check on Mommy. He fetched a ladder, climbed to the top, and then peered through the window. I thought it wasn't such a good idea, Mommy would be terrified waking up and see Burt's big red face looking back at her. Turned out, Burt was the one who looked nearly fainted. Little beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Burt, are you all right?" Mrs. Hudson asked "What happened?"
"Is it Mommy? Is she ok?" I whispered "I want my Mommy!"
Burt answered shakily "Well, she's not very well. You'd better come to Mrs. Hudson's house while I'm calling some people to see your mom."
He passed me over the fence to Mrs. Hudson and mumbled something to her. I could only hear a few words, such as 'it's a mess up there' and 'better call the police'. I still didn't know what happen, and why they need to call the police. She was just sleeping, or that's what I thought. I really didn't want to go with Mrs. Hudson but I didn't have any option. I had to do as I was told.
Mrs. Hudson took me into her kitchen and poured me a glass of milk. I didn't feel like drinking anything but I was trying to be polite so I sipped and sipped and sipped until I felt so full of milk. Mrs. Hudson's son looked after me when his mom went to talk with the police. Unlike usual, he was so nice to me, saying his mom would be back soon. But I didn't want his mom, I wanted mine.
Mrs. Hudson came back with a police woman. She looked uneasy, probably thinking how to tell a five years old girl what had happened to her mom.
She put her arm around me and greeted me, "Hello, Quinn."
"I want my Mommy, where is she?"
The police woman was blinking a lot.
"I'm afraid you can't see her anymore, dear. Now come on, I will bring you to a kind lady's house, she will look after you." She said, taking my hand.
It felt so weird, like it was only a dream. I wanted Mommy to wake me up, but she was the one who's sleeping. That's what they said. I tried to explain that they need to shake her hard. But they just shook their heads and told me, she's going to stay asleep….
I feel someone's tapping my shoulder. And when I look up, I see a guy sitting next to me, offering a piece of tissue. I don't even realize I'm crying until now.
"Here" He said, "Are you ok? Why are you crying?"
I take the tissue and wipe away my tears.
"I'm fine, really." I lie, even a monkey could tell I'm not .
"Uhh, ok. Are you lost then? I can drive you home if you like."
I'm looking straight into his face. He's not bad, kinda cute actually, with green eyes, blond hair, and a big mouth, but he definitely has no brain. I know I'm small for my age, but do I look like a lost little girl? Really?
"No, I'm perfectly fine!" I convince him. "Now isn't it the right time for you to get lost?"
He laughs, showing his perfect teeth, thinking I'm joking.
He's about to ask me another question when I quickly point at a wrapped box that sticking out from his pocket, "What's that?"
I really don't care what it is, but what a better way to avoid another question than to ask it myself. I'm a genius.
He takes the box out, it looks like a present, "This is a gift for a special girl, and today's her 16th birthday."
I feel jealous all of sudden, what a lucky girl. She has a cute guy who remembers her birthday, I bet her life is perfect, unlike mine. Though we share the same birthday, our life must be a total opposite.
"What are you doing here, then? Aren't you supposed to look for your birthday girl?" I try hard not to sound jealous.
"Well, yeah, I hope I can see her this year. I haven't seen her for 16 years."
He says she is 16, but he hasn't seen her for 16 years, so the girl must have been taken away. Is it a coincidence, or… I need to know more.
"What happened to her? How do you meet her?"
He smiles, a sad smile, "I didn't exactly meet her, more like I found her. I was only two when I heard the cry. At first I thought it was a kitten, she was in a cardboard box after all. I ran inside and called my Mom. She was nearly fainted when she saw her, but she took her to our home. I know it sounds stupid, but when I look at her eyes, well, I felt like I love her. The next 3 days were the happiest days on my life. I played with her tiny fingers, sang to her, but the police took her away. The last thing I heard about her is that she is adopted."
I've already known the story, but it feels weird for someone I only meet for 10 minutes to tell me this, my past life.
I gulp, "Then why are you buying gift for her if you haven't seen her after that?"
"Not just me, my parents also do that every year so when we finally find her, she can spend hours to open all those gifts." I can see sparkle in his eyes as he's saying that like meeting the girl is a dream comes true. "My Mom also bakes birthday cake for her, then we will blow the candles together and wish she's happy wherever she is, it's like a tradition."
"Wha..What's her name?" I ask trembling.
"I don't know whether she's still using this name or not, but we call her Quinn."
Quinn...My name..
I feel like crying now. Someone actually cares about me. This guy, who's currently sitting next to me, is the person who had saved my life. I want to scream that the girl he's looking for is me, I want to hug him and thank him for saving me, I want to tell him everything about how hard my life is and that I've been looking for his family all this time.
He must have seen the changes on my face, from curious to shock.
"What's wrong?" He asks me.
I open my mouth, ready to tell him everything, but instead what come out is…
"I.. I happen to know this girl really close, she had the same past."
Now it's his turn to look surprise, "What? Seriously? That's great! Can you tell her to meet me at….."
"I don't think you can. She's not ready to talk about her past, maybe someday…"
He looks disappointed but understands what I'm saying, "I.. Well, I see." He takes a piece of paper then scribbles some numbers, "Could you please give this to her then? It's my phone number, she can call me when she wants to."
I take the paper, then I say good bye to him, he asks for my name but I only smile at him. I probably would regret this for the rest of my life, but what I have said is true, I'm not ready yet, though it's killing me to say it. Maybe the best thing is to forget and pretend this never happened as what I usually do. So I wipe my tears away, and walk away from him, probably forever.
Thanks for reading this!
Love it or hate it? Please give me 5 more reviews since this one is longer. ^^
I probably will post a new chapter tomorrow once i get the reviews since school nowadays aren't that important. Yup, i still have school. -_-
Anyway i want to say, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FABREVANS! Who's with me? hahahaha...
XOXO
