I thought more of my story and decided to branch it out a bit, you know like a "Out of the Box" situation. So I hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry it took me so long, it's just I had homwork, etc. So tell me what you think of it now. ^-^

~Fantasy33~

Patricia's Subconscious

Chapter 2

In "normal" daily life two people of the opposite gender meet, weather by their friends, actual T.V shows, parties (Basically rave, or just an average one.), online "dating" websites, actually anywhere ladies can meet the guy of their dreams (Same thing goes for you too, perverts). Later in life, when a man falls deeply in love with a woman, they would want to get married, settled down, and have children. This leads right back where we started, just like the saying, "History repeats itself."

That's true in many ways. The human population keeps increasing each day, or should I say "Expanding." Another fact, we the people, no... We and our civilization, society, discover things beyond belief, riches, treasure, and artifacts. Including, way back in time, of history Isacc newton discovered the "law of gavity." This is where technology falls into play; I remember when Guglielmo Marconi made the first Radio in 1901, the Italian inventor sent and received a "Morse code" message. The T.v was made in 1923 by, a scottish engineer, John Logie Baird; it was made in Hastings, England.

I bet you're asking yourself "How did you know about that?" Well, I'll let you in on a secret I never told anyone and I mean anyone, I bet if you told someone your deepest darkest secret you might be made fun of, causing you to blush in full embarrassment, right? Okay, here it goes, I was a… a… Nerd! I had a bit of an obsession of aliens. I know, I know you're probably laughing at me right now, but I couldn't help it, I thought they were kind of interesting. I would watch the History channel every night, total nerd, huh?

Well, back to the aliens. During my obsession I watched the movie "Mars Attacks" that movie intrigued me into believing that aliens were real. My mom would always laugh the way I would wear pots and pans on my head, and holding my Nerf gun pretending it was a laser gun.

"Take that you alien." I pointed at my mother.

"Oh no, you shot me." She said playfully to me after I shot the Nerf dart that was now stuck on her forehead.

I remember what her soft, sleek, black long hair looked like against her tan face and her red ruby lips. Her eyes were hazel with a bit of chestnut brown. She would always love to play as the alien; I had great times with her, until the accident. She… On our way home… I didn't know any better… I was just a little girl… I walked out on the crosswalk without looking both ways… She chased after me… The last thing I heard was her yell my name… It was my fault… Why couldn't it me be me… Why…

That day was the day I would never forget…

I remember my 7th birthday… I remember that day at the park… when… My dad was talking on the phone, as I was sitting on the edge of the slide watching his happy face as he was talking to Eliza.

I really hated that woman… When I was 5 my dad was having an affair with her… My mother couldn't stand it… I had to put up with him arguing with her every night, when dad came home late… I never believed him when he said "I had extra work to do." I knew he was lying by the way I heard him talking disgustingly on the phone, he just shrugged the argument like it was nothing… he would always laugh and talk about how ugly, disgusting, and trashy mom looks to Eliza. I heard every word that I don't want to mention… one time he said, "I would be with you, if she have enough money, so I could divorce her for it and take custody of Patricia, then we could make a new family."

After mom died… That day at the park… was that day… Eliza would be my step-mother… But, I was glad I was stolen… I mean at least I would never see that witch again with her so, long red hair and her dark brown eyes… to me she was the hideous person on earth…

But, I don't understand why he would want me… Did Dr. Harold see me as a test subject…

"Patricia." Who's calling my name? Do I know that voice somewhere… Mom?

"It's time for you to wake up, sweetie." Mom! I'm coming.

I felt my eyes opening, but all I could see was a bright light. "Where are you mom?"

I stretched my right arm out to cover my eyes from the bright light. I felt my back against the rubber seat.

"Mom?" I move my arms around to try to find the car door, but no such luck when I fall out and land on my back against the sand.

I sat up and felt pulsing pain, felt more like throbbing, on the back of my head. I moved my arm and slid my right hand against the spot. I closed my eyes, as I winced in pain.

"That's going to leave a mark." I stood up and started brushing the dirt off my white dress.

Once I was done, I looked up and my eyes were wide as saucers. "Where… am I?" I was shocked to see that Dr. Harold's car was busted all up. This is can't be happening. He will kill me if ever sees his "precious" Black old fashion car that he calls a "Ford" destroyed or worse… I don't want to imagine.

Just thinking about it sends shivers up my spine. It also brings me a memory, when I was, 7 or was it 7½, just a little girl. I was curious… well, come on, would you be curious if you lived in a stranger's house? As I was saying, I was walking around the house, walk through the hall way, checking out the rooms, and I noticed he had lots of labs.

I stopped for a moment; I turned my head to the left, and noticed one door shut. I wondered why it was shut. It led me thinking a question, "What's back there?" my mind pondered on the thought. I wanted know what really was back there. I walked to the white wooden door; I had to stand on my feet since I was too small, grasped on the cold door knob, and turned it.

To my surprise, the door moved back slowly revealing some type of transportation. I had no idea what it was. I walked to it feeling the feeling of excitement, as I was just about to touch it. My finger tips were about to touch the most extraordinary object, of transportation, I never seen in my life.

My hand stopped when I heard his voice. "Patricia! Stop. Right. There." Unfortunately, I did what I was told. I heard the rage in his voice when he grabbed my voice and shook me. "Don't you ever! I mean EVER dare touch my car!" He threw me on the ground, causing me to land on my back.

I watched him hug his car mumbling the word "precious" man, was he a freak. Who in their right mind would treat a car as their wife? That's just crazy. He glared at me angrily. "Go to your room." He said pointing his pointer finger to the hallway.

I was too scared to say anything or move. I just sat there with fear on my face. "I said NOW!" He slapped my cheek before I had the chance to move; I got up and ran to my room, filled with tears. Do you remember that room from last time? Yes, that was my room; I sat on my bed and cried. I buried my head into my legs, when suddenly, I heard the door close and I heard a locking noise. I lifted my head up and ran to the door. "What are you doing? You got to let me out."

"This for your own good. This will teach you a very long lesson of what you did wrong." I heard him put his keys in his pocket and he started walking off.

"NO! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE! LET ME OUT!" I kept repeating "let me out" over and over again, eventually I cried till I couldn't cry not more. It felt like prison. Every day and night he would slip in a plate of food through the little slot, that you would usually get mail from in a normal house. He treated me like a prisoner. I wear the same white dress that I wore when I was a little girl. I know sad right? He wouldn't even let me take a bath let alone have my own toilet.

My thoughts went to a halt when I heard someone whisper my name. "Hello? Anyone there?" I looked around, apparently seeing no one. I heard laughter, girly laughter.

"Patricia." I heard it again, but it sounded like my mother. "Mom?" I asked curiously wondering.

I walked on the hard pavement, noticing cars, empty, no one, just empty cars. I looked around more noticing the city was trashed, garbage everywhere, plastic bags flying through the breeze, rolling on the pavement.

I heard the laughter again, as I looked to my right I noticed a woman with black and a white dress, around the corner.

"Mom? Is that you?" I knew it had to be her, but I wasn't sure.

I walked to the corner a looked I saw the woman with black hair walking. "Mom?" She turned around and I saw her face. It was her. "Follow me." She whispered.

When I turned around the corner she disappeared.

"Mom?" Where did she go? I started walking then out of nowhere I was pushed against the wall with each hand hold my wrist.

"Who are…?" I lost my words when I saw the most twisted thing in my life. "No, you can't be you just can't."

"But, I am." Her face was just like mine, her hair was black, but I noticed her right bang was red.

"You're not me. I am you're just a clone or something." Please tell me if this is a dream.

"I am you. Just what you're going to become in the future." I don't believe her I will never become that, never.

"I don't believe you." I saw the rage fire in her eyes. "Look into my eyes for the answer."

To my stupidity, I did. "Think how much power you will have, and fortune." As I look I see her stealing money, hurting innocent lives, and persuading a… alien? Who is that weird blue alien? Suddenly, my body start's to heat up as I look deeper in her eyes, I see my soul being surrounding by a ring of fire.

It felt like pure pain. I started screaming to the heaven's above.

I hope you enjoyed my long chapter. I see you next time, oh and thx for the three reviews you guys your awesome ^-^