The Children in the Rainbow

The Girl With Painted Blue Skin

"In memory of the Jane Doe," I read out loud. It's snowing hard now and I'm crouched down in front of a Stine gravestone. "Death by Hyperyhermia, December 24 1997. I was 3 months old. 16 years I've bounced around from foster home to foster home. 16 years I've searched for you." My voice started to rise. "16 fucking years and you're dead. Really?" I clenched my fists and tears start to sting in the back of my eyes. Jane Doe? They didn't even know her name before they buried her. "Really mom?!" I scream into the ground "16 years I've worried about you and where did that get me?" Standing up, I look up into the dark, snow speckled sky. "In a fucking graveyard, alone on Christmas eve and you're dead in a ditch"
My eyes are red from tears and my cheeks are wet. My lips are shaking and I'm not sure if it's from anger, sadness or just shear cold. I sink back down to the ground. "Why?" I grip snow in my hands "Why did you have to leave me? I miss you and I've never even met you. I have a you shaped hole in my heart and I don't even know what you look like. Hell, I don't even know your name." Tears are pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall, faster than I can wipe them away.
"It's Lisa Krueger" a warm voice said from beside me. Looking up I see a woman around 25 with pale skin and snow in her brown hair. I scrambled backwards wiping my eyes. At second glance I noticed she looked familiar, she wore a tatty blue dress and a black shawl. She watched my mother's grave with a saddened look in her eye. She kissed her finger tips and placed then down gently on the headstone before crouching down in front of me. Leaning my head back on a headstone, I studied her face and she smiled sadly at me.
"You're my mother?" I whispered and she nodded "So who am I? What's my real name?"
"Annette Krueger" She replied softly.
"How is this possible? You're dead aren't you?" Then she did the last thing I expected her to do. She cried. "I don't understand" She tooked at my hand.
"Oh schatz, Oh darling. Yes, it's true. I am gone" she crooked through her tears.
"Then why can I see you? Hear you? Why can I feel your hand on mine?"
"Mien süßès mädchen, my sweet girl" she placed one hand on my cheek. My vision started to blurr so I closed my eyes "Not even someone as wonderful as you could survive in this cold without a thick coat" Then she screamed "Mein suß kind stint. Sie liegt I'm sterben" I could feel my frozen tears on my face and my brain felt like it was full of fluff. Sterben? Die liegt im sterben? Everything was dark an quiet. Sie liegt im sterben, she's dying....
I woke up in a hospital bed a few days later. There was beeping and a nurse. I tried to speak but only managed a week cough. It got her attention and she rushed off before reapearing with a doctor
"Hello, my name is Doctor Adams. You're lucky to be alive." He then proceeded to tell me about my condition but I was too focused on the nurse. She was figdetting with something in her hand. Once he had left she slipped something cold into my hand.
"It was on the ground near where you were found." She left the room and I brought my hand to my face. It was a small mirror. I flipped it over to find the letters L.K. engraved on the back.