|I'm Not Crazy
Author: JustJane358 PM
Meliena Anderson lives with her aunt in Pittsburg, PA in a happy little neighborhood. She's not a very popular girl, but more of an outcast, and tends isolate herself and be the quiet one. Her life wasn't the best, but it was normal...or as close to normal as a psychic teenager could get it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Mystery - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,463 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-19-12 - id: 3043396
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She was beautiful. Her big green eyes searched the room as if she had seen light for the first time, trying to make friends with every pigment of dust she found. Her hands, not much bigger than a quarter in size, were tangled in the light pink blankets beneathe her. She was not in a nursery, but a lab being examined. I watched as Ms. Belle, a lab nurse I had met only a week ago, picked the child up carefully and brought her to what looked like a large incubator. She punched a quick number code on the security box next to the machine. A loud beep emmited from the incubator-like machine, and the green tint covered, glass door opened slowly. What looked like thick steam poured from the inside. Ms. Belle waved her hand as if dismissing the fog-like mist. Slowly, she lowered the infant into the dark pod. The child begin to cry as loud as she dared, startling me slightly. I took a deep breath to steady myself and continued watching.
As I watched the scene take place, I noted the horrifying tools off to the side next to many viles of alien medicine. At the sound of what seemed like a vault closing, I averted my attention back to the child in the now closed incubator. The muffled crying could still be heard through the breathing vents on both sides of this contraption. Her crying became more attention hounding which worried me emmensly. The nurse was typing away on a large computer-like machine. On the moniter read a word that terrified me. As I stared in horror, I realized what the incubator truely was. It was a gas chamber in ways, putting an infant to sleep with a tranquilizer dart could easily kill the child. This organization was crazy, but not crazy enough to kill one of their most valuable subjects. The gas poured into the pod-like chamber and slowly, but surely, the crying died down and came to a stop.
Opening the incubator, Ms. Belle carefully lifted the baby girl out and laid her back on her little pink blanket by the window. She now slept heavily, her little lip puckering slightly. I was so in awe of the precious little girl that I forgot about the words upon the screen of the moniter.
Name: Meleina Rayne Anderson
Mother: Allysa Tempry
My mind races with questions. Who was her father? Why did they do such a terrible thing to my daughter? How would she turn out? Would she even survive the modification? That poor child...
A tear rolled how my cheek as I stared. Meleina was sleeping soundly in her little cubby, completely ignorant of how her life will be as she grows. Who could her father possibly be? The question echoed in my mind countless times. I began to feel feint. The room going fuzzy. Then darkness.