Unordinary Hybrid

Jane's Past

I woke up the next morning and automatically looked to the side of me, expecting to see her there after last night. Only... Jane was no where to be seen. I sat up in bed, the quick movement giving me a short dizzy spell while my heart ached at the possibility of being faced with another day of looking for her in the cold outdoors.

So Jane come into the room after i assume using the toilet, scratching her head while yawning. I lay back down while holding in a relived sigh at her showing up. My heart will surely stop beating one day from all the overreactions i gave the poor thing. She was still here, it was all fine, all good. I wouldn't brave the weather just yet.

I gave a smile as she slipped back into bed, her eyes showing their pretty crescents. "Good Morning" she said while tucking herself back into the warmth of the covers.

"Morning" i replied, i didn't really know what to say after that, cause we didn't really know each other enough for the conversation to be constant and flowing.

I tried to make it comfortable again with a question i had been wondering since i saw her bruises last night. It had stayed in the back of my mind until now and i figured it wouldn't hurt to ask it to help to get rid of the atmosphere.

"Hey..." I said to get her attention. "If you don't mind me asking, what on earth are you doing on the streets at your age Jane?" I asked firmly for her to answer my question and wanting a good and reasonable answer or i wasn't particularly impressed. She didn't say anything but her mood clearly changed as she too sat up. Lowering her head and playing with her fingers nervously.

"I.... I ran away"

Ohmigod, this is more complicated than i thought.

"From your parents?" I know that i already ask about her parents but i just want to make sure if she really don't have a parents.

Jane shook her head to answer my question. "I don't know my parents, they could be alive or..." An orphan? I folded my arms as i felt my heart clench. This poor girl doesn't have parents.

"Then .... from a relative?" I pondered hoping she really did have someone out there that could show her the love she had missed from her parents. Maybe i could take her back there.

"Fr- from the orphanage." Was her final reply before she began to cry. So she was an orphan. Jesus Christ. Poor, poor girl. At her age i was so different. Love flowed through my family, the whole family gathering on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas yet Jane had nothing like that in her life.