Curious Adventurer

Evidence

Now Pennie is back to her bed lying down, on her back. She just rushed out of the doctor, who was, hopefully, lying about everything about Pennie's life. There was absolutely no possibility that those two men are her family. Sure, her 'twin' might be, but why would her mother lie about that at all?

There was no worth to thinking of it too much, but at the same time, she knew there was. She wanted to ask her mother about it so much but there was absolutely no way she could because of two reasons, one, her mother wasn't there, and two, no child would ever come up to their own mother and ask if she ahd a twin and a secret father that lives in the middle of nowhere.

She was just about sleep, her eyes were starting to feel too heavy to even think. It was the middle of the night, so it was reasonable for her to be sleeping; but the thought of the two being away for so long without any contact was quite mysterious. This thought made her wake up, the same energy she had at the middle of the day, not tired at all, as if her body forgot that she needed sleep.

There were no answers at all to be given. It made Pennie feel like this is her life now; that she would be stuck between two lives or that she would be stuck in one without any interaction with the other.

If it was anyone out there who was in Pennie's position they try to hide the fact that they even found about this, or someone out there would tell their mother immediately, but there was no way a person like Penelope Jones would quit so easily, especially about such important discoveries and there was no way she was telling her mother about this. Penelope is a strange child with complex emotions, almost everybody views her as a perfect child, but she, her mother, and her friends know more than enough who she truly is deep down inside.

Pennie's emotions control her. She was smart but her emotion were the reason why most of her decisions were made. She didn't know what to do. She knew it all, but she was clueless.

It was decided after quite awhile that she would come back and have all her questions answered, she tried reaching for pen and paper but her body finally showed the signs that she needed rest. She would do it tomorrow, it was decided. She had no energy now, but she promises her self that she would do it.

*

She had another dream again, this time it was the doctor asking her to come back there, there was more to the dream but like most human beings she forgot most of it.

She already listed down questions she remembered she was asking herself all night.
From 'Are you lying?' to 'What 'justice'?'

Her mother was right in front of her, eating breakfast with her. She wanted to ask so much but she managed to swallow her words and stay quiet for awhile.

She waited for awhile for her mother to go work again, she tried her best to not be obvious, especially with her knew hurting so much. She tried her very best to not show signs that she was in so much pain.

Her mother already had went out of her sight, she knew she needed to wait at least half an hour to make sure she wouldn't come back. She already packed her backpack that had the same items it had yesterday and the other day, this time it just had clothing in it for 'Paul'.

*

She went back to the building, having no care of what was around her when she did. She went inside the building trying to look for the two.

"Paul?"

"Hello, Pennie." She turned her back to the adult. "What do you need?" He asks.

"What do you mean justice?" The first sentence she had said out of the many things she had listed last night.

"Justice?" He looked like he was actually wondering. "Oh that, what I mean is justice. Justice from your mother. Justice for the people who only wanted to get healed. Justice for the people who just had to do their job. Be the voice without having to speak."

"What?" He had said many words, which made no sense to Pennie, so she asks.

Dr. Richardson went inside a room and gathered many papers, newspapers and actually handwritten letters. He went back towards her and gave it all. He was in such a rush, almost like a crazy man, starting to seem like an actual crazy man. His eyes widen when he went towards her everytime. He was so different compared to how he was yesterday. He went back to her many times. Going multiple times back to the room trying to find more of the papers he had seen. Finally, he seemed to have stopped from the sudden rush he had. Pennie tried reading some of them, Dr. Richardson in front of her. Pennie picked up one newspaper.

"This, this paper was not printed many times, only a few, your mother paid the company to not print it out, read it. The victims had not been heard at all, despite having many of them, imagine how many of them, they never had a voice. The author of this wanted to put it out, and let them be read, but he was paid a great amount to make him be this silent. He was a great friend of mine, he gave me this, he asked for my help before he died. He didn't have to die at all. He died from a stabbing in the middle of the street, in the daylight. That wasn't just a crazy man trying to stab someone, he was trying to do a good thing. But your stupid mother had to keep making more money."

Pennie was speechless from the whole thing the man had shouted to her face. She felt like she needed to take a seat or else she would pass out. She couldn't breath properly. The two were both silent just looking at each other. Pennie had to do something, but talking wasn't an option for she had nothing to say. She didn't know what to do but the thing she always does, running away.