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Chapter one- New beginnings

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CHAPTER ONE: NEW BEGINNINGS

Nobody saw the driver. It was a hit and run, a very low and cowardly thing to do. Quincy was nearly killed.                        

QUINCY

As I woke up all I could remember was a loud bang, something going crunch (which I later found out was me) and then, everything went black. I felt like I was falling through solid air, sinking through stone, burning in water. Everything was black, but not dark, white, but there was no light. To be truthful, it scared the crap out of me. Then I woke up. I sat up and looked at my surroundings.  I was either dead, or in hospital. My first thought was GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! If I was dead, then I didn’t want to be, didn’t deserve to be. I may not have always been ‘good’ and ‘pure’ but I had never been terribly bad, and had always made for my mistakes. For crying out loud, I haven’t even ever physically hurt anyone. Although… I did put that kid in a loony bin. In the end I got him out and back to normal though! On the other hand, if I was in hospital, I’d rather be dead. My family have never had good experiences in hospitals, and have never liked them, avoiding them as much as possible. I haven’t been in one since I was thirteen, and that wack job tried to kill me. But that’s another story. And by ‘my family’ I mean ‘my adoptive mother and me’. I don’t know who my real parents are, and to be totally honest, I don’t care. If they adoptive mum, Yuri (Lily in English), isn’t too bad. She loves me, and although she technically is a stranger, I don’t care. She has raised me from when I was about a week old. And she is great, because she doesn’t even mind that I am not like other normal kids. For one thing, I have a knack for mechanics and machinery, I don’t have a belly button (weird right?), my hair grows two inches a night, and I have developed a cool talent for being able cut my own hair really well. You have to when your hair grows as fast as mine.

 Anyway, then a doctor walked into the room. She was wearing a white lab coat over a pair of pink scrubs, her brown hair tied neatly back into a bun. The doctor’s pink glasses sparkled in the sunlight streaming in from a window to my right.

For some reason, I can’t talk to some people, I don’t know why. Lucky for me, she had a sign-language translator in tow. I could tell she was a translator by the way she didn’t have anything in her hands, and how she spoke quickly to the doctor, probably telling her about how she should respond to me. I’m guessing she is a psychologist as well, and she uses hand gestures a lot when she is speaking, all of them the sign language equivalent of what she is saying. I try to understand what she is saying, but my brain is too doped up on pain meds for me to understand it right now. The translator had a kind face, a motherly one that made you feel like you were back in first grade and you had grazed your knee, and she was going to put a band-aid on it, and everything would be okay. She would tell you that you were so brave, and then kiss it better. The sort of mother that I would see every day after school, as I got into Nina’s car to go home. Nina was never the gushy-overly motherly type, more of the ‘I will cook and clean for you, if you can keep your grades up. Nina has always been more of a big sister/roommate sort. I would go to work in the afternoons, and she would clean the apartment while I was away. I miss Nina. Truth is, I haven’t seen her in a long, long time. Anyway, before I go all mushy and soap opera-ey on you, back to the translator. Her dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, and she had light green eyes.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor asked me. I’m fine. Can I go home now? I sign, the translator keeping pace with me.

“Not until we know for sure that you are fine, in about two to three more days’ time.” She smiled apologetically, as if she knew how much it killed me to be there. They seemed to know an awful lot about me. Just then, the doors to my room burst open, and Caspian came through, frantically jogging over to my bedside.