Almadynis: Okay, I must say that this story I started at least a year ago. It needs like ideas by the bucket load. I only got these few chapters. Please review. The more you review, the faster the next chapter will come!
Chapter IV
Dr. John Mullen was the doctor that Kira had interested. A thirty-six year old with graying hair around the edges, he was tall, about six feet five inches, but skinny. As Kira and John talked, he began to realize that Kira didn't know simple things, and she noticed things no one else would have bothered noticing. On one occasion he was with her at a sunset and she stopped all conversation and made him watch the sunset on the horizon before continuing to talk about life in general.
Three months after Kira woke up from her "coma", John asked her about why she did the things she did.
Kira looked up at the man she had come to call "friend" and wondered if it was wise to finally "spill the beans" (she was fast learning the slang language of this race). " I have often wondered if I should tell you. for to most, it would make me look crazy and I would be put in a mental home. Personally, this is bad enough." She looked away from him and out the window, searching for birds and the sounds she remembered from childhood. " I remember the grass under my feet, the wind in my hair, and the water running beside me. I remember the sound of the birds and feel of my mother hugging me after a visit to the neighbors. I remember my sister, and how she laughed when I tickled her, I remember…" Kira broke off as the tears started to fall down her cheeks and her voice broke with the emotions of months pent up, with no place to go except to borrow deeper.
Dr. Mullen was quiet, not wanting to disturb the setting his young friend had put in the room of his small but comfortable office. Even the sound of his breathing seemed alien to her sobs. Just as he was about to ask where all this occurred she spoke again, " I have no way to go back, I have no clue as to where I am or even when. I am a stranger to everything around me. All I have to go on is what you say and the memories that I have stolen. In this world of hatred and sadness I am an alien. In every sense of the word. I have no family that you could find, I have no answers to your many questions, and everyday I have to get up and walk down a hall full of pain and sorrow. I am only a child, I don't know how to handle this. I want my mother, my sister. I want to hold on to the only memories I have left. My fear is that one day I will forget, and not be able to ever know what true happiness is ever again. I want to go home."
John sat back, stunned by her confession, after three months of not saying anything about her past, he had suspected that she couldn't remember, but apparently that was not the case. Kira turned from the window with her cheeks covered in tears. All of them were red like blood. Dr. Mullen acted immediately, grabbing a tissue and wiping the tears away trying to find a source, but nothing could be found that was wrong.
Kira finally tired of his ministrations and pulled back from him. " Don't you see. I am not human. I am not like you. My DNA is so complex that nothing you possess can identify every strand. I could read your thoughts without thinking. My whole language before I came to this place was all about thought. Telepathy, I think you call it. I have to guard my thoughts or you would pick up on them and start crying because that is what I feel like doing. In my world, there is no need to cry, no need to hurt or to be sad, to be lonely. I miss the birdcalls and the wind laughing at children's antics. The water gurgling just so it could please a child. The light that calls for you to come out and play with it. I miss my home." Her voice started out soft, then got louder and then softer again in memory of what she dreamed of seeing again and never being able to.
John was dumbfounded at what she thought. Then in a split second made up his mind on a decision he had been deliberating. John had gotten permission a month ago but now was a good time to act upon it. His tone was empty when he asked the question he had wanted to ask since he met this golden-haired child, " Do you want to stay with me for a bit?"