The first time I had ever talked to someone was when I was five years old. Anything before five years though, and I couldn't remember a thing. It was strange because I remembered waking up on my fifth birthday, and every second of every day since. Seeing as I'm now seventeen, I'd say that's quite the accomplishment.

I remember walking for a long time, for miles and miles down a road that I had never seen before. Just walking. Yet I didn't know where my destination was. I remember the freezing rain pelting down on my face, but not being the slightest bit bothered by the temperature. I only knew that the water was cold, but my body wasn't.

I also remember the woman. She was walking on the sidewalk under a blue umbrella; two little children around my age clutched at her legs, playing a game to see who could remain the driest. She had curly blonde hair and large blue eyes, pretty by anyone's standards. When she saw me walking past her, she paused her steps, but I didn't.

"Darling, where are your parents?" the woman asked me.

This was when I uttered my first words in English. I didn't even remember learning the language, I just knew how to respond to her. For some reason I thought this woman deserved an answer. "I don't know."

She seemed surprised at how steady my voice was. I didn't stutter or stumble over my words at all, and I didn't have as high as a voice as most young children posses. "You don't know? Well, aren't you cold? Will you come with me?" the woman asked. She probably wanted to take me to the police to find my home. As if I had one.

"No," I responded, and I continued walking.

"At least get out from the middle of the road. Please?"

"No."

"But darling, it's dangerous! Cars could come!" She looked behind me as if to check.

"That wouldn't matter," I said coolly. I don't know how I knew that either. All of my knowledge seemed a mystery. Eventually I outpaced the woman, and left her behind me. She didn't run after me, and she didn't try to stop me.

It turned out I was right. A car did eventually come towards me on the seemingly deserted road. When my small figure appeared in the headlights the driver slammed on the brakes, causing the car to screech to a halt.

An older man rolled his window down and honked at me, but I just continued walking.

"What's the matter with you, girl? Where are your parents?" the man yelled at me.

That was the first time that I laughed. And I didn't answer the man, just kept up my steady pace. When I noticed the car had yet to move, I stopped for once and turned to face the bewildered driver.
"Don't let me get in your way. Please, continue on." I smiled sweetly before I started walking again.

The man was angry, I could tell as he passed me in his car, too angry to even care what happened to me. Ever since then I loved messing with people's emotions, it was the only thing that amused me.

And it was the question I had been asked twice that night that brought up those old memories again. I had been asked that question countless times ever since then, and my answers varied each time just for something fun to do. As sad as it was, I sometimes spent my time thinking of new ways to respond.

"Didn't you hear me? I asked where your parents were," a young man said to me, pulling me back into the present as he was leaning his arm against me so my back was forced to the brick wall of the alleyway. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his two friends behind him each held a beer bottle in their hands. Drunkards. I ran into plenty of those nowadays.

One of the man's friends spoke up. "You belong to anyone, beautiful?"

The man pinning me to the wall chuckled. "You could belong to me, you know."

I just smirked at their idiocy. I quickly grabbed the man's arm and flipped him to the ground with such force that he couldn't get back up again. Then before their slurred minds couldn't react, I punched each of his friends in the jaw, hearing two cracks. They sank to the ground as well.

I picked up one of their discarded beer bottles and took a swig of the liquid inside. Alcohol had absolutely no affect on my body, as I had discovered two years previous when I was so angry at the entire world that I had stolen some beer from someone's backyard cooler, downing as much as I could. But no matter how much I drank my senses were just as clear and focused as before. What I did now just made for a good show.

"You know," I said, taking another large gulp before letting the bottle fall back to the ground. "I wish I knew where my parents were. They might be of some use to me right now."

I smiled at the three injured men. Strike that, boys. Nothing about them seemed either mature or honorable. I laughed at them, waved good-bye, and turned back to the street.

And I continued walking.