Unnatural

She was a mistake. Plain and simple.
That was a simple way of thinking, but that was the only way we knew.

The very idea that she wasn't a freak of nature seemed so...outlandish, foreign.
It seemed impossible.

But now, years later, she stands before me, her face lined with surprise, and a deep underlying tone of nothing.
She is well dressed, and well fed. Something never seen on the homeless youth.
I doubted she was homeless anymore.

The guilt that nibbled at the lining of my stomach, had me standing tense, and the shock of finding her now, had my feet glued to the floor.

She looked nothing like herself at all, and yet she looked more like herself than she ever did before. Healthy.
And it made me wonder how we never noticed how uncomfortable she had been before.

A dark limousine pulled up in the drive way next to her.
A man, who looked strikingly similar to her, stepped out of the limousine. He peered down at her, examining her as though she were a dissatisfactory project.

He raised his eyebrows, and stuck out his arm.
She gripped it, and they turned, and they left.

And she left me frozen, with the terrible realisation that we had been wrong about her the whole time.