I don't remember much. Not much besides that it was cold and I was alone. I remember something else about that but its vague. I remember her but I don't remember to much about her, just the fact that we were together, at one point, and then I was alone and cold, without a clue as to where I was, how'd I get there, or what happened to her.
I was found eventually, however, it wasn't by the right people. I was taken out of the cold and then placed into somewhere dark, with very small glints of light and a collar around my neck. I didn't know why I was wearing it, just the fact that I was. That collar had a name on it but it wasn't mine, not the name I used to remember. No, whoever those people were gave me the name "Saskia" and a number that I often didn't remember. I wasn't a favorite.
I was almost all the time beat up by other little kids, well, ones that were bigger than me. There was one kid that didn't beat me up. Her collar said "Marie" and her number was "24-76-544-00". Them other kids would beat her up, too, especially since one of her eyes didn't work as well as the other, so she was stuck seeing with one eye. She couldn't remember her "true" name either but she remembered what it started with and that it started with an "N".
She would tell me about what she remembered. She told me about someone before she came to the "orphanage" that smelled nice and was warm. She asked me if I knew someone like that. I told her I did but I didn't remember too much about her, just the fact that she wasn't there anymore and I was alone before being brought there. Marie knew more about those things, I guess, as she would say that I was "stolen", like she was.
It was just the two of us against the ones in white, their needles and things, and the other kids until, one day. That day is the most vivid, yet it was almost like a dream. That day, if I can remember was in December or so I think because it was snowing. I remember hearing Marie's voice, screaming "SASKIA!" She would scream a few times before coming to find. I don't recall how old we were, then again, neither one of us remembered our birthdays. We were still little and I was hearing word that she knew but I didn't and it was the word "Raid". At first, I thought "Raid" was the name of the stuff one of the people in white sprayed on me once, calling me a "bug".
She wasn't talking about that "Raid".
That was the first time, in a while, our feet touched the snow and then I was alone again.