Unaware

L A U R E N T

There were no questions for me, not any that someone could answer for me. My mom, I don't know her, as well as my father. I assumed that they were dead that's why I had bounced from one foster home to another. throughout those years I had always felt alone, isolated and I was fine with that, there wasn't anyone I trusted and when you live in a twisted world that is today, you would understand why I wouldn't. I sit on this train as it passes many people, some struggling, some perfectly privileged, not knowing what my path is or how I was going to live this life like I wanted. The hissing caused me to put my thoughts on hold for a moment and make my off the train when a glimpse of my face appeared on the other side of the door, only it wasn't mine. For some odd reason this man looked at tad younger than me, shorter twists, and the small scar on his lip was noticeable to my eyes. Our eyes meet in a gaze I wasn't able to tear away from right away. The questions I didn't have were now clogging my mind with confusion and ignorance. I step around the identical stranger and keep walking to the stairs. With all the shit going on in my life there was no room for anomalous bullshit trying to slam itself into my face. I wasn't prepared for it yet. I finally make it to the surface filling my lungs with air as I routed for my destination. The streets of Paris were crowded, people herding together tightly like the flow of a raging river. Unable to move against the current I let the people take me pulling me into the long path back home which was about 20 minutes. When I finally reached the corner of my apartment building I walk around catching the same man from the subway station heading towards my way. I stop waiting for him to pass me however he didn't, he only patted himself down pretending to look for something.

"What are you doing?" I ask. He looks up and immediately frowns.

"I'm looking for something." He returned his attention to his pockets as u did the same, searching for my keys. I found them and approached the stairs. I reached out my hands as well as he, our shoulders bumping into each other.

"Shit!" We simultaneously curse in French and he whipped and looked at me with pressing eyes

"Who the hell are you?" He asked pushing towards me. I step closer taking a better look at him examining our uncanny similarities. I slightly step back and recited his question as I slowly take my sunglasses away from my face.

"Who the hell are you?"