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Meeting Faith

*Ellie POV*

"Elizabeth are you ready to go to the program" the nurse said at the frame of the door. I had completely forgot about that . I looked down at the clothes I was in. "Is there anything I can put on that won't show my ass?" I asked knowing how uncomfortable it will be to walk around the hospital knowing my reer end is showing. The nurse simply chuckled "No. You're mother has yet to bring you clothes correct?"

"Correct"I replied. The nurse handed me pink slippers and told me to put them on. She escorted me to the room where the program will be held. Before entering the room I looked to see if she had a name tag. I figured I'd learn her name since I've seen her more than once but she did not have one.

"What's your name?" I asked turning around before I grabbed on to the door handle.

"Carter" she said smiling. I nodded my head and returned the smile.

When I entered the room the scent of insanity burned the inside of my nose. Childern with cancer ran around the room playing with toys and instruments. While others sat in a chair and talked to adults about god knows what.

My eyes walked across the room to find one child in particular. One child that spoke out during all this madness and noise. She or he was sat by themselves in a corner. Hair stripped down from the body and a unhealthy pale complexion. Knees pressed to their chest and pulling on the carpet underneath him or her. 

I wanted to say hi or at least ask why this child was sitting alone and thats exactly what I went to go do. When I got closer to the child I began to realize that it was crying. I sat down next to the whimpering child who at first did not seem like he or she will enjoy my presents.

"Hi there" I said making the child look up at me. The child's widen eyes allowing me to realize the gender. A girl. She looked miserable and scratched at her wrist repeatedly, rapidly.

"Hi"she responded shy and sniffling. Her eyes were a golden brown but, her frown made it so hard to find the spark of beauty in them.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"I asked before I can catch the words that flew out my mouth. Not exactly regretting asking the question because believe me that's exactly what I wanted to ask.

She looked up at me her eyes swelled up with more tears. Her face drowning in her cries. I could tell shes needes this. She needed to cry. She fiddled with her fingers before answering "I'm a weirdo, a freak, none of the other kids like me. All I am to them is a walking diaster waiting to explode. They say it themselves."

I looked around the room searching for what made this child different from all the others. They all looked the same. Dressed the same. The only things that were different were the way they talked, their skin complexion, and the color of their eyes. Then again, this is by just observing with my eyes and hears.

"You don't seem like a freak." I said crunching my eyebrows and shaking my head in disbelief.

"But I am!" she protested shaking her head and moving away from me. "Nobody likes or cares for me! I AM A FREAK!"

"I don't think that you are a freak. Maybe instead of being a freak you're unique. To be honest the best people in this world are freaks or were once called freaks. Like Albert Einstein everyone calls a mad scientist a freak because they view things differently than what others do," I said. Her eyes widening with comfusion however, her face lightening up. Great now I have a confused child starring at me because I dont know how to explain myself. Way to go Ellie. I have to try to fix this. "What I meant was all the best people are freaks. What makes them freaks is that they are creative and many people are scared of discovering new things or they want to hide and take all the attention off them so they pick on the ones that aren't afraid to discover." I said. I know what I said was a mess but, for the looks of it she understood. I do not know why I was trying so hard for her happiness. I dont even know the other side of the story. For what it matters she could've done something to deserve this.

"Why don't people like the freaks?" she asked interuppting my thought process. My thoughts completely changed about her and the sympathetic side reappeared.

I tried to dig deep inside me for something powerful, meaningful, something she would always remember. "They just can't trust what they can't explain" I blurt out before thinking it over. My mother used to tell me that after a really a bad day at school. It was comforting to know.

I thought I sounded ignorant. However, a smile began to form underneath the tears and sorrow of the child. "I'm Faith," she said holding out her hand.

"I'm Ellie" I said gripping her hand in mine meeting her eyes and shaking her hand.

I could not comprehend what just happened but, I believe I found a buddy to hang out with throughout the time I will spent here.

She lowed down her knee; revealing a big headed forest green doll, with buttons for eyes and yellow yarn string for hair and a pink bow tying it up. The dolls head dropped back almost as if there was more weight in the head than in the body. "I made her to try and see I'd make friends. But, Cindy and hsr friends screamed in disgust and ranaway from me."  Faith said throwing the doll to the other side of the corner "It means nothing to me now"

I got up and walked over to the doll. Picking it up with one hand and starring it down. It was quite amazing how she made this. All for the wrong reason though.

"I like it," I said smiling at her and handing her the doll. "I find it........FREAKISHLY CREATIVE." A cheesy laughter bursted out of Faith.

"Oh my god" I gasped.

"What? What is it?" she said her smile disappearing.

"That smile of yours is just......"

"What? What about it?"

"It's gorgeous" I said giving her hand to stand up.

Haii guys thank you so much for 200 reads. I am really happy because of this.  Faith is a new character and will be a huge part of the story line so keep reading. Once again thank you for 200 reads. Stay beautiful people.