Different Than I First Thought

I was awoken from my nap by someone asking me, "Are you hungry?'' I didn't recognize the voice, but I knew it was a girl, about thirteen years old. I opened my eyes to a small room with torn greenish-gray wallpaper. I was on a couch lined with leather, and I was laying with a pillow and a matching blanket, the yarn torn out on both.

The girl had deep blue eyes, and brown hair. She was my age, which is thirteen, as I had guessed. I didn't recognize where I was, because I had fallen asleep in a completely different place.

"What?" I asked, surprised by the question.

"Are you hungry?" she asked again, like nothing was wrong. I had never seen her before, but it was like I had known her forever.

"Whattya have for some grub?" I asked. I only saw the room I was in, no doors, windows, or anything of the kind. Just a room, a strange girl, and I.

"We got some pigs in a blanket, some of those new Peeps, and..." she answered, not completing her sentence. It seemed that her mind was on something else, but I couldn't tell what.

"What's your name?" I asked her, and she was surprised by my question.

"The name's Angela. What's yours?" she question. Her eyes kept darting from me, to a space in the wall, and back to me.

"My name's Ronda. Where are we?" I said, trying to find out what the heck was going on. She looked back over to me, then to the spot again, then back to me.

"I'll go grab you some pigs in a blanket," she said, completely ignoring my question. She looked down at her watch, which was crested with rhinestones, and walked into the wall. When she touched it, the wall parted into a door, and she went through it. She came back with a large tray of pigs in a blanket, and offered me one.

I ate one, and suddenly felt a little woozy.

"Hey, uh. What was in those, uh, piggies?" I asked, my voice going in and out. My eyelids started getting heavier, and I heard another voice in the room. It was a man's voice, and I laid back down in the couch before I heard what he said.

"We've got the girl?" his voice said. I couldn't stay awake long enough to here a response, and by the time his raspy, old voice finished, the world went dark.

When I woke up next, I was in a different room, but this time, it was a bedroom. It was painted with purple flowers, and I was laid in a large canopy bed. I couldn't remember anything that had happened before I ate the piggies, and it worried me. So when the brown haired girl came into my room, I hounded her with questions.

"Where am I ? Why am I here? Who was that man? What is happen-" I said, before I was cut off by Angela. She shushed me and put her hands out, like a mother would went she wants her child to calm down.

"You are in a special house. You are here because there was an accident. The man is a doctor, and my father. You can trust him. Right now, we are trying to make sure that you heal," she told me, her calm voice soothing me in a way I had long forgotten.

As I thought about what she said, my body started aching. I looked around, and it hurt my neck to move it just an inch. My left leg felt broken, I couldn't feel my right arm, and my head felt like it had been cut in half. I started to say something, but the pain that overwhelmed me when I opened my mouth overtook me, and I shut it as fast as I could.

The man came in and introduced himself. "Hello, Ronda. I am Dr. Miscowavitz, but call me Dr. Micky. How are you feeling? You certainly look better than yesterday."

I closed my eyes and groaned, because that was the only form of communication that I could muster, and it caused the least pain. Dr. Micky put a small, round tool in front of my face, the by my ears, and he whispered something to Angela. They both looked at me, and Angela told her father all that I had asked. They then explained the "accident" to me.

Two days before, I had been feeling ill. My parents took me to the doctors office, who then instructed them to take me to the hospital, because I had fainted. When we were at the hospital, they had discovered something very odd about my genes, and they started doing tests. An hour or so after they started, some men came in and tried to make the doctors leave, only to fail when Dr. Micky came in. I went back to my house later, with the tests incomplete, and I worked on my school things. I later took a nap on my parents bed, because they weren't there, and they had a auto wreck while coming home from the supermarket. Dr. Micky and Angela came over to my house, gave me a sedative, and took me back to their home, which was full of hidden doors and secret passageways.

They then told me that when I was born, I had been deathly sick, and my parents took me to a group that said they could heal me. Dr. Micky was a part of the group, and they tweaked my genes to make me healed, and they did something to my immune system while they were at it. I would only be hurt by certain diseases, and I was told to help them when they needed help.

"So, I'm a mutation?" I asked, shocked by how easily the word rolled off my tongue. Angela nodded her head unsurely, and the doctor didn't say anything at all.

"Now, I know this might be hard to comprehend, but you must understand the basic of WHY this is happening," the doctor said, his eyes welling up with tears.

I looked at him, confused, and waited until he started talking again. When he explained to me why everything was the way it was, I started to cry as well. I really was different than I had ever thought before.

"The reason this is happening is, that you, my dear, are in danger. And so is everyone you love. You parents weren't killed by accident, it was murder. So that the group that tried to take you at the hospital could get their hands on you and kill you."