Part 2
Ten years.
That's how long I've been here, waiting. But waiting for what? I'm not quite sure. I'll probably know when I see it. I can't explain it, really... who I am, what I am, I'm not sure. I've lived in this dome, by myself, for ten years.
Only I have not changed, I still look the same. My hair, my clothes... still the same length and all clean and in one piece.
I can eat, but somehow it doesn't seem necessary for my survival. It's a good thing, I guess. All the food I've had has tasted just... not quite right.
I don't know how I got here. I opened my eyes and I was here. Instantly I knew I had to remain here. Sometimes it's scary... the silence. But over the years, I've managed to take care of the boredom.
I can do some things... and I know that most people can't. I close my eyes and I think hard. A few hours after, I hear noise outside, briefly. When I open the door, an object waits for me. Paper and pencils because I like to draw, mostly.
I spend my days like this, drawing from dawn to dusk. I have boxes filled with them. It's strange though... these drawings often seem to feature the same people. I have never seen anyone... well, except for the people who bring me the materials, of course.
But it's not any of them. Not the nice woman who always brings colored pencils, or the man who gives me the big gray sheets, the color of my walls. Are they the ones I'm waiting for? The people in my drawings?
I wonder sometimes why I've never left this place and explored this desert, the cities around it... But I guess I have to be here in case someone shows up. Besides... what would I say? I couldn't say anything, at all. I'm not mute, far from that.
Somehow, when I arrived here, the first thing that got to my mind, like a warning or something, was that I had to keep silent. Never utter even one tiny word, to ANYONE. I'm still not quite sure why that's necessary. But I've been silent for the past decade. I don't really have any idea what I might sound like, I've never tried to speak, ever.
I have no idea why or how, but I know a whole bunch of stuff. It was just there. I know that I'm near Roswell, New Mexico, in the desert. I also know the story of the incident back in 1947 somehow. I know that I'm ... an alien. If there really was a crash... was I in there?
But that's not possible, is it? What would have been going on with me in the 42 years in between the crash and my awakening? (Again, something I knew, the time...) I've ruled out the possibility of my being in the crash.
That has been the question that's bothered me all along: What am I doing here? How did I get here? When that thought comes up, I usually lie down and sleep for a little while. But of course, my dreams aren't peaceful either. My thoughts simply follow me... and then I wake with a start.
Just like now. I look around at my bed. How did IT get here? That doesn't really matter. I hear noises. I didn't want more supplies, so who is it? I get to my feet and walk to the small ladder. My room is beneath the surface. I push open the trap door and climb out. I close it and look around slowly.
No one inside, but I still hear the noises. I walk to the other ladder, this one taking me up to a small walkway that circles the whole building. At this height the wall is different. I can see outside, through the wall. But outside, they can't see in. I don't know how I know that either.
There are two cars parked near. There are people coming out, but they're too close together and I can't make out their faces. What are they doing here? They're sitting on the ground now. They're having lunch? Here? I watch them eat and now I can tell there's eight of them, four guys and four girls.
They look happy and concerned at the same time. Why is that? I sit on the walkway, my feet dangling over the edge and kicking the wall a bit. I watch them eat. After some time, the guys got up. They're walking this way. Are they going to try to come in? They can't...
There's only one way in, and it's the door with no handle. They can only get in if I let them... not yet. What if they try to hurt me, or take me away from here? But they wouldn't, right? They don't look mean or anything.
I follow them from above. What are they doing? I guess they're trying to find a way inside. And then... I have this weird feeling, I can't explain it. It's not bad, not painful, it actually feels kind of nice... What's going on with me? I follow them again for a little while and then I get bored. I walk back to the front.
The four girls are still sitting there. They look like they're having fun. There's that feeling again... Could it be? Are they the people I've been waiting for all this time? I'm getting excited... too excited. I can't get my hopes up too much, just in case. But what if it IS them? What happens then? What am I supposed to do? I don't know...
For some weird reason, that information never really came to me. So how will I know? What if I show myself to them and they're not the ones I've been waiting for all these years? How would I get away from them? I'd have nowhere to go, no way out. And I wouldn't get a second chance.
I turn back to the girls, hoping for clarity on what to do. As I stand there watching, the feeling, only keeps getting stronger. It's like a battle is being waged inside me. The part that wants to let them come inside, against the part that would rather wait for more proof. This is so frustrating, why can't I make up my mind on all this already?
Wait... they're moving. Maybe I'll manage to get a clear look at their faces. One of them is up now, and then two more. The fourth one is picking up their things from the ground. The other three are walking to the dome, probably to go meet up with the guys. I'll get that clear shot in a second... just turn and...
Oh my... it's her! She's one of the people from my drawings that's for sure now. It can't just be a coincidence. All right, that's it, I'm letting them in... I'll just put on something so they don't see my face just yet, and... I'll need the... okay, calm down now...
I go back down the ladder once I've run to it. I return to my room below the floor. I pick up my 'disguise' and put it all on. This could be it, the moment I've been waiting for all these years. I climb up to the dome's ground, pulling on the last piece of my 'disguise' once I've closed the trap door behind me.
All right, I'm ready for them now. I position myself behind the ladder to the walkway so that they won't see me just yet once they come in. I take a short deep breath and close my eyes. I concentrate on the door and soon I can hear it slide open.
Okay... now, all I have to do is wait for them to come. I hope they're not too scared to come in if they see the door open, like that. Guess I can't worry about that anymore. What's done is done and now I just have to deal with the consequences. I just have to stand my ground and not show fright under any circumstances.
I can hear their voices now, they're getting closer, they're coming... Just keep breathing... I feel like I need to tell myself to keep breathing... Currently, I feel that if I didn't remind myself, I'd probably forget to...
Ten years.
That's how long I've been here, waiting. But waiting for what? I'm not quite sure. I'll probably know when I see it. I can't explain it, really... who I am, what I am, I'm not sure. I've lived in this dome, by myself, for ten years.
Only I have not changed, I still look the same. My hair, my clothes... still the same length and all clean and in one piece.
I can eat, but somehow it doesn't seem necessary for my survival. It's a good thing, I guess. All the food I've had has tasted just... not quite right.
I don't know how I got here. I opened my eyes and I was here. Instantly I knew I had to remain here. Sometimes it's scary... the silence. But over the years, I've managed to take care of the boredom.
I can do some things... and I know that most people can't. I close my eyes and I think hard. A few hours after, I hear noise outside, briefly. When I open the door, an object waits for me. Paper and pencils because I like to draw, mostly.
I spend my days like this, drawing from dawn to dusk. I have boxes filled with them. It's strange though... these drawings often seem to feature the same people. I have never seen anyone... well, except for the people who bring me the materials, of course.
But it's not any of them. Not the nice woman who always brings colored pencils, or the man who gives me the big gray sheets, the color of my walls. Are they the ones I'm waiting for? The people in my drawings?
I wonder sometimes why I've never left this place and explored this desert, the cities around it... But I guess I have to be here in case someone shows up. Besides... what would I say? I couldn't say anything, at all. I'm not mute, far from that.
Somehow, when I arrived here, the first thing that got to my mind, like a warning or something, was that I had to keep silent. Never utter even one tiny word, to ANYONE. I'm still not quite sure why that's necessary. But I've been silent for the past decade. I don't really have any idea what I might sound like, I've never tried to speak, ever.
I have no idea why or how, but I know a whole bunch of stuff. It was just there. I know that I'm near Roswell, New Mexico, in the desert. I also know the story of the incident back in 1947 somehow. I know that I'm ... an alien. If there really was a crash... was I in there?
But that's not possible, is it? What would have been going on with me in the 42 years in between the crash and my awakening? (Again, something I knew, the time...) I've ruled out the possibility of my being in the crash.
That has been the question that's bothered me all along: What am I doing here? How did I get here? When that thought comes up, I usually lie down and sleep for a little while. But of course, my dreams aren't peaceful either. My thoughts simply follow me... and then I wake with a start.
Just like now. I look around at my bed. How did IT get here? That doesn't really matter. I hear noises. I didn't want more supplies, so who is it? I get to my feet and walk to the small ladder. My room is beneath the surface. I push open the trap door and climb out. I close it and look around slowly.
No one inside, but I still hear the noises. I walk to the other ladder, this one taking me up to a small walkway that circles the whole building. At this height the wall is different. I can see outside, through the wall. But outside, they can't see in. I don't know how I know that either.
There are two cars parked near. There are people coming out, but they're too close together and I can't make out their faces. What are they doing here? They're sitting on the ground now. They're having lunch? Here? I watch them eat and now I can tell there's eight of them, four guys and four girls.
They look happy and concerned at the same time. Why is that? I sit on the walkway, my feet dangling over the edge and kicking the wall a bit. I watch them eat. After some time, the guys got up. They're walking this way. Are they going to try to come in? They can't...
There's only one way in, and it's the door with no handle. They can only get in if I let them... not yet. What if they try to hurt me, or take me away from here? But they wouldn't, right? They don't look mean or anything.
I follow them from above. What are they doing? I guess they're trying to find a way inside. And then... I have this weird feeling, I can't explain it. It's not bad, not painful, it actually feels kind of nice... What's going on with me? I follow them again for a little while and then I get bored. I walk back to the front.
The four girls are still sitting there. They look like they're having fun. There's that feeling again... Could it be? Are they the people I've been waiting for all this time? I'm getting excited... too excited. I can't get my hopes up too much, just in case. But what if it IS them? What happens then? What am I supposed to do? I don't know...
For some weird reason, that information never really came to me. So how will I know? What if I show myself to them and they're not the ones I've been waiting for all these years? How would I get away from them? I'd have nowhere to go, no way out. And I wouldn't get a second chance.
I turn back to the girls, hoping for clarity on what to do. As I stand there watching, the feeling, only keeps getting stronger. It's like a battle is being waged inside me. The part that wants to let them come inside, against the part that would rather wait for more proof. This is so frustrating, why can't I make up my mind on all this already?
Wait... they're moving. Maybe I'll manage to get a clear look at their faces. One of them is up now, and then two more. The fourth one is picking up their things from the ground. The other three are walking to the dome, probably to go meet up with the guys. I'll get that clear shot in a second... just turn and...
Oh my... it's her! She's one of the people from my drawings that's for sure now. It can't just be a coincidence. All right, that's it, I'm letting them in... I'll just put on something so they don't see my face just yet, and... I'll need the... okay, calm down now...
I go back down the ladder once I've run to it. I return to my room below the floor. I pick up my 'disguise' and put it all on. This could be it, the moment I've been waiting for all these years. I climb up to the dome's ground, pulling on the last piece of my 'disguise' once I've closed the trap door behind me.
All right, I'm ready for them now. I position myself behind the ladder to the walkway so that they won't see me just yet once they come in. I take a short deep breath and close my eyes. I concentrate on the door and soon I can hear it slide open.
Okay... now, all I have to do is wait for them to come. I hope they're not too scared to come in if they see the door open, like that. Guess I can't worry about that anymore. What's done is done and now I just have to deal with the consequences. I just have to stand my ground and not show fright under any circumstances.
I can hear their voices now, they're getting closer, they're coming... Just keep breathing... I feel like I need to tell myself to keep breathing... Currently, I feel that if I didn't remind myself, I'd probably forget to...