Soul Mates

Chapter 1

My name is Jane, Jane Dwelly, although I didn't realise I had a last name until the beginning of my freedom, my freedom from the isolation I spent 17 years of my life living.

This is the story of how I was released from the isolation that I didn't know held me hostage, raising me without the presence of men, without the presence of society, without the presence of any civilization outside of my mother and grandmother, and my livestock. Until one day, I was blessed with freedom that I took.

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"Jane, you're been gone for hours, where have you been?"

"Just down by the lake, feet in the water, nothing much, just lost track of time, sorry Mum," I mutter slipping into the couch, pushing my glasses further onto my face.

"Down by the lake for 6 hours?" I hear my grandmother say from behind me, "Well, gran, there is nothing much else that I can do around here, I've read every single book in this household at least a dozen times, so I now sit by the lake, swim a while, I'm fine," I say slowly lifting my cardigan over my head and placing it neatly over the back of the couch.

"Attitude," my mother says as she walks past the couch placing three bowls of pasta on the old wooden table.

"Pardon me," I say politely, "And besides, like you've said millions of times, there is no one around for hours," I mutter quietly playing with the small thread on my jeans.

"Doesn't mean no one can come up here," I hear my grandmother say as she sits down at the table, fork already in hand.

"Sorry," I whisper as I sit myself to the right of my mother at the head of the table.

"So, I'm turning 17 in 2 days," I say excitedly filling my mouth with pasta, a small amount of sauce slipping off my lip. "Mhhm, yes," my mother says, exchanging nervous glances with Gran.

"Come on, don't bottle up all your excitement now, jeez," I say with a laugh swiping my lip with the back of my hand, "No, we're excited for you, it's just-" With a sigh my mother looks at hers and they watch each other for a moment, "You're growing up so fast, that's all, love," my grandmother finishes.

It was weird, they were weird, they've been acting suspicious and secretive for the last two months after the first time I mentioned it was getting closer to my 17th birthday.

"Mhhm, I see," I mutter gently placing another fork full of pasta gently into my mouth, watching as my two 'parents' ate in silence, giving each other worried glances before noticing that I was watching and smiling, continuing with their food.

You're probably confused, I would be too, my grandmother and my mother are my 'parents' sounds bizarre, right? Well here's how it goes, I have been raised under the influence of my mother and her mother for the past 16 year and 363 days, I was born in this house, this little cottage, and I've never known anything different. Everything that I know has been from fantasy novels and my mother old junior high school text books.

I lived off the fruit of my land and I had never left it, I had never met or seen another human aside from my mother and grandmother, I only had the likes of the fictional characters from the books in the wall.

There's always been certain things that I didn't understand, that didn't make sense, but if I asked, my mother and gran would turn cold and harsh and brush me off. One of things was my father. Now my mother can tell me that I don't have one, never did, all she likes, but I've read enough to know a child, a human being in the result in human intercourse, now I may not know exactly what that means, but I do know that it happens between a man and a woman. Another thing that they brush off, men aren't real supposably, they are something that someone created for the sake of fiction, portraying the unreal fantasy of love was all an act of literature. We were purely the creation of magic, witches, from long ago, and we just procreate ourselves.