The Girl With No Last Name (The Girl #1)

Paranormal

Chapter 2:
Paranormal
I was really happy to be in this man's house. I trusted him thoroughly with everything I've got. I felt bonded with him. He ignited a strange light within me; from the first sight I knew he was the one I should choose. I wanted to entrust him with all of my secrets at once, but decided to test him first; to see if he was worth telling, or just a truth-denying coward. When he chose to keep my company –was even enthusiastic about it– even though he knew I wasn't normal, he proved my judgement on him to be correct. I just didn't know how to deliver this reality without shocking him, but then I had an idea. He seemed to be calmest and purest after prayer, so I decided to tell him then.
It was my first night in the house, and I already felt calm. After he finished his prayer, I mustered my courage to deliver my secret, my one and only secret, to become an open book –at least in front of him– for a man I barely knew but put my thorough and absolute trust in.
"Dad?" I asked shyly. He spun on the spot, searching for the source of the sound. I tried to help him.
"Right here." I tried to sound confident. He eyed me, unbelieving his own eyes, and then shivered while trying to confirm.
"Charlie? I-is tha-at y-you?" He stuttered.
"Yes." I answered. His eyes widened. It is abnormal for a three-month-old to be able to speak, even to think about anything other than food and water.
"Don't panic, I know this is strange, but you have to believe me." He tried to control himself, to keep himself from panicking. I could see his knuckles turning white from the pressure, his heartbeat stuttering to return to its normal pace.
"Okay. That's a lot better. First, you have to let this sink in, as a fact." I waited to see his reaction, but he seemed to be in better control of himself. "I am abnormal. You could even say supernatural." I spoke every word individually and clearly. It took a few seconds for that to sink in, for him to register my abnormality. Then comprehension dawned on his face. I guessed he was reconciling the facts and connecting the things he knew with this new fact. His neurons seemed to find their way back to his brain, and his face lit up a little.
"How?" was all he managed to choke out.
"I don't know everything yet. All I'm sure of is my supernaturalism. My theory is that I'm capable of basic stuff right now, but I'll probably develop more complex stuff while growing."
His face hinted a ghost of a smile.
"Can I please have a bit more to understand?" He began to sound comfortable by the second and his words hinted a bit of sarcasm.
"I was able to appear right there in the hospital when I needed to, I wasn't fed for days and I was really weak. I imagined being in a comfortable crib, fed and cared for, and when I opened my eyes I was there!

"And then I was able to choose you at the hospital. Your soul enlightens me when you're around. You see, when I close my eyes, I see souls as spots of light; the brighter the soul, the brighter the light. The duller the soul, the duller the light. I see them for a wide range; walls and doors don't create an obstacle. But then when you entered the hospital, my whole vision lit up, and I wanted you to foster me more than anything. I made my best to bring you to see me, just one look would be enough for you to bond with me, for you to love me as if I'm your own daughter. I made the doctor and the nurse talk about me in front of you so you would come find me, I made sure no dull soul would touch me before you do. And when you came, it was like a bond was created right there, and I could read your thoughts! I could even control them. And your feelings, I could control those too. I couldn't know what you were feeling, but I could match them to mine, and that was enough for the time being."
"Did you know your eyes glowed red when they looked through mine?" No, I didn't. That was another mystery.
"Yours too." I said. He furrowed his brows. "Really?" We waited in the silence for a few minutes.
"What about your family? Where were you born? To whom?"
"That is a great mystery. I don't know anything. I woke up two weeks ago to find myself lying in a great wreckage that was once a house. I found no one around. I tried to walk. I concentrated very much on the spot I wanted to reach. Again, I opened my eyes to find myself exactly there." We waited a bit more. Then suddenly, he looked up to face me, and his eyes glowed red again. Probably, mine did too. I felt a great urge for him to hold me. He went and did so.

"You know, you're the very first person to ever know about my.... Weirdcy. I trust you with everything, with my whole life." I said while cuddled in his arms. "And you're the prettiest, cutest, and most intelligent girl I could ever dream to meet." He replied kindly.

Days passed, and I grew to be 12 months of age. The day I turned one-year-old, all of my senses seemed to get sharper as if a blade sharpened them all. I could see each thread of cloth, each grain of dust individually. I could hear the stomping of an ant, the swishing of the wind, my dad mumbling and whispering as he read Quran. I could smell the perfume of the roses in our neighbors' house, their breakfast each morning, and even their garbage bag, ugh.

Days passed, and I learned about Islam, and my heart enlightened. I became a Muslim by soul and heart. I couldn't pray yet, so I read instead. I read books. Books about children, and nature, and Islam. I read Quran, only to find the joy of my life in.

Days passed, and the man –who I later learned was called Ahmed– became my second half, my secret keeper, my dad, and my one and only obsession. I noticed a strange phenomenon; whenever our eyes glowed red, either he fulfilled a need of mine, or the other way around. I learned to read his mind, and we became more bonded as the days passed. We agreed that my case should be kept secret. The line between what I should be able to do and what I am capable of became a bit hazy. I tried to learn how to seem pretty normal in front of people, but I later learned it wasn't this easy even when I tried my best.

One day while we were on our way back from Ishaa prayer at night, we passed a group of bystanders. One of them was chalk pale and the most handsome I've ever seen. His face was angled perfectly, each feature in exactly the perfect spot. He was staring right at me. I gasped enough to make my daddy stop abruptly. He had a bright red soul, bloody red. Just when I noticed the strange color of his soul, I was furious and really thirsty for one moment, and the next it was gone. I was thirsty not for water, but for something far more.... valuable. I still don't recognize it. His eyes glowed bright yellow and then turned back instantaneously to their original blue that was enough to get you to drift off to sleep. Then suddenly, I was looking through his eyes. I saw myself held by my father, and I thought about devouring myself. I was being him, looking from inside his mind. The stranger crouched as if to attack. And when he was right about to jump at me, a great fire popped right there, between me and the man. It took the shape of a lion, growling in the face of the man very loudly. Every face in the street was turned towards the lion, towards us. The man was far too shocked to be able to move a muscle. I kept my stare on him fixed for about 2 minutes. I felt my courage growing steadily, like a cup getting filled up. I reached a point where I thought I could go kill the man, when he cowered back. His crouch gradually changed to a standing position and he began to retreat back. When he was completely gone, I signaled for my father to go back home.

When we were safe in our house, with the doors and windows closed, I noticed my father was really pale. Chalk white. Of course he was frightened. I seemed to just remember he was there with me. When he gained enough control over himself, he tried to ask "What was that?" but I cut him off.
"I don't know, okay? That man's soul was bright red, and he was about to devour me right there and then when that lion appeared. I felt courageous right afterwards and I waited for him to go away so we could return home." I blurted out. I couldn't contain my anger any longer. I know I should have felt sorry or anything for him, but my anger blinded me and I couldn't feel anything else. I was angry because I couldn't understand anything, I was always that way. I hate standing like an idiot and watching things happen without understanding them just like a dunce.
"Calm down. No offense, but I could break an egg on you right now and it would take you 2 seconds to fry it."
I felt like laughing, but I was far too angry to even smile. I felt like crying, tears welled up in my eyes and I made no effort whatsoever to try and push them back. I cried for 5 minutes nonstop, glad to at last do something natural. At that moment, I wanted to live a normal life, a peaceful one. One with no superpowers or red souls trying to eat me. One in which I would only have to worry about food and water and nothing else.
Dad knew how I felt and took me in his arms, swinging me smoothly while I slowly drifted off to sleep. I was glad he didn't ask me anymore about what happened that day, because I wasn't sure if I could mumble a single word without breaking into crying jags again. That night, I slept peacefully, calmly. I had a vision, one of the lion of fire. He called out to me. "Control me. Master me and I'll help you." Otherwise, I had a pure, dreamless sleep.

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