SHORT FLASHBACK:
…Nino turned to the girl." You ok?" he asked.
She was still shocked but nodded.
"What is your name?"
She cast down her eyes. She didn't have a name, nor could she tell him that.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Nino tried.
She looked up again and shook her head firmly.
"Well, whoever you are, I'm sorry he scared you, but it won't happen again." Nino said it with a tone in his voice that almost made it sound professionally.
She nodded once in a "never mind" way and walked on, faster now, to make up for the time she had lost.
The situation she had found herself in just a few seconds ago confused her. Were all people so mean to each other? But the guy with the ponytail helped her, though he handled the blond quite roughly. They were all so different from each other.
She knew she had much to learn about people, but she would learn it on her way to Edward…right?...
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I own nothing except this particular storyline. So there, no one's gonna see me in court.
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CHAPTER 3: TOO DIFFERENT
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She had walked all night and saw the moon make place for the sun. She watched some people getting out of their homes and into their cars to be on their way to the last workday before the weekend, while others were simply walking their dogs or went jogging. While the sun was climbing higher, more and more people got outside. It fascinated her to see so many different people. She had a hard time not to notice all those humans. There were so many and not one was the same as the other. It should have been nothing to her, but the seeing these humans alive instead of in a picture like she was used to, made her curious and slowed her down.
"Hey! Give it back, it's mine!" she heard a small boy say. Another boy of the same height stood opposite him.
"No it's not! You stole this from me!" the second boy replied angry.
She couldn't help but to stare at the two kids in the backyard, arguing about a toy when a woman came out of the house.
"Will you two keep it down." she ordered.
"But he stole army-man!" the second boy called out.
"I did not! It's mine and I want it back!" the first boy protested.
The pale girl noticed a huge resemblance between the three of them. The two boys seemed identical to each other. Both had the exact same face, only one of them had a small scar underneath his right eye. And both had the exact same eyes as the woman. They had to belong to each other. What was that word again? Doctor Hall had taught her that word once, but what was it again? Famly? Fimaly? Family! That was it! Family! These three were family. The boys were sisters, no…brothers! And the woman was their mother!
Her heart made a little jump out of joy because of remembering this bit of knowledge and she quickly placed the information where it belonged. This was great! All of the information that she thought was lost, was still somewhere inside her mind, and could be triggered by experiences such as this! She felt so happy knowing that she didn't have to feel so guilty anymore about losing a lot of information Doctor Hall had stored so perfectly. All of it was still there, just certain experiences away.
"Both of you stop it, right now." the woman demanded and looked at the second boy: "Mikey, you share with your brother and Jake," she looked at the first boy: "Stop stealing." then the woman noticed the girl by their fence.
"Who is that, mommy?" the first boy asked.
"And why is she wearing those weird clothes?" the second boy added.
"Excuse me?" the woman ignored her two sons and gazed at the abnormal pale girl. "Can I help you?"
She shook her head once.
"Then what is the problem?" the woman asked annoyed. It was bad enough to have someone snooping around like that, but this girl looked like she was carrying a disease or something. The woman didn't receive an answer so she commanded her sons to go back inside the house and get their father.
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"Daddy?" Mikey found his father in his study-room. "There is an alien outside our backyard and mommy wants you to come and look."
His father gave his son a puzzled look and decided to go to his wife. "Stay here." he said to both the boys.
"David." the mother saw her husband coming outside. He saw the abnormal pale girl behind their knee-high fence.
"Call the police, Madeline." he whispered to his wife and slowly stepped closer to the girl. His wife hurried back in the house.
A few neighbors had witnessed this and kept watching this scene out of curiosity.
"Hello." the man had short brown hair and was wearing blue jeans and a matching blouse. "My name is David. Can I help you with something?"
She smiled kindly and shook her head.
"Are you sure?" he talked to her as if she was a complete retard.
She simply nodded and walked on, but he stopped her.
He wanted to grab her by her arm, but he thought the same thing as his wife: What if she had a disease and it was contagious? He pulled his hand back. "Wait." he said, making her stay until the police would arrive.
She stopped obediently and looked at him, curious.
"Who are you?"
She pointed at her mouth and shook her head again, making clear she could not pronounce any words.
"Can you write it down, then?" David asked.
For a moment she wondered why she never thought of that before. She nodded with enthusiasm, finally having something to communicate with.
"Come here." David opened the fence, allowing her to enter their yard. "Wait right here, I'll go get you some paper." he went back into the house as the strange girl patiently waited for his return.
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"The police will be here soon." his wife followed him through the house. "What are you doing with that?" she saw him grabbing a pen and a little notebook.
"Stay in the house." David answered and went back out, giving the girl, who was still waiting, the pen and the notebook. "Write it down."
She looked confused in his eyes, not knowing what to write.
"Who are you?" he asked and pointed at the notebook. "Write it down." he said as if he had read her thoughts.
She began to write: -I have no name.-
David read it and asked: "What do you mean?"
Again she made the pen touch the paper: -It was never given to me.-
"Don't you have any parents?"
-I had a father.-
"Had?"
-He died yesterday.-
David found this very odd. A girl whose father died yesterday was odd enough. And he supposedly never given her a name. What about the mother? This girl was too pale for her own good and why couldn't she speak? Perhaps as a result of some kind of trauma or a shock because her father died so suddenly. Maybe she ran away from home? "Where do you come from?"
She hesitated but wrote: -I do not know the name of the place.-
"How can you not know the name of the place where you grew up?"
-It is never told to me, or maybe it is lost somewhere inside my memory like many other things.-
"Lost inside your memory?" this was getting weirder every second.
She nodded.
"Where you in an accident?"
She nodded again. -I must go now.- she wrote, wanting to give him his pen and notebook back but the man refused.
"Where to?" he asked.
-A friend. I must carry this out as soon as possible.-
More neighbors had gathered around, all wondering who this weird looking girl was.
She gave back his two belongings and walked away.
"Carry out? Carry out what?" David asked, following her. "Stop." he ordered but she couldn't. Though Doctor Hall had made her obedient, he also had given her priorities. And her number one priority was get to Edward, no big distractions.
"I said stop." David grabbed the wire attached to the thick iron ring around her neck.
She widened her eyes in shock and feared for what he might do.
"Please, the police will arrive any moment now. They will take you to the hospital where they can take care of you." David explained.
She didn't need to go to the hospital. She wanted to reach Suburbia before tomorrow morning.
A car came around the corner. She recognized the car from pictures Doctor Hall had once showed her. He said that the police were good men, but the man holding her said they were going to take her to the hospital. She refused to go there. She placed her hand on his, making him retrieve his.
"Don't touch me! You're diseased!" he called out afraid of getting infected and stepped back.
The moment he let go of her was the moment she ran away. As fast as she could.