Forbidden

I stare at myself in the mirror. I look at my long black hair, it’s pretty boring as it has no style to it. The only thing girls seem to envy about my hair is either how long it is, the fact that it touches just past my behind, or the fact that my hair makes the darkness look light. Past my midnight hair you reach my skin. I was grateful to somewhat receive a golden olive skin. Which compliments my eyes and lips. My eyes being emerald green. The doctors inform me it’s something to do with the pigmentation of my iris and a default in my genes. I’m always the default. Finally my deep red lips. The kids at school used to pick on me and rumor I got Botox, I wish I could afford it I tell them. My body is slim, I push my little skater dress flat, and turn to the side. I am proud of my body, slim but curvy and most defiantly proud of my butt and my breasts. My only major downfall. I am 22 but 5ft 3. Barely tall enough to reach the top cupboard which means steps and ladders are my best friend in this cruel tall world. I put on my black heeled pumps and grab my bag, keys and phone and walk down my stairs into the kitchen. My small little home, has comfort enough just for me. A large bedroom with en-suite, a large living room and large kitchen with a bathroom down stairs. For a one bedroomed house it was the only place I was able to make my own and it felt cozy. I walk past the middle counter and over to the coffee machine and help myself to one. Once finished I wrap my hands around the cup and turn around. A strange man is sat at the counter looking smug at me. His sudden appearance is enough to shock my system into dropping my coffee onto the marble floor. “s**t” I announce while taking a step back from my new puddle of fresh coffee. “I apologize for startling you. But I did knock” He moved from the counter and stood up. His height clearly towering over my own, his hair a beach blonde, cut short but styled. His eyes grey like storm clouds looming over me and my puddle. “I mean knocking doesn’t entitle you to just walk into my home?” I counter, placing my hand on my hip. This was my attempt to look less intimidated than how I actually felt. “I see I haven’t made a great start” his fore head frowning as his words left his lips. He took a step around the counter and towards me. “I think the great start would have been you not invading my home and now my personal space” I attempted to stand my ground however anyone seeing this would find it humorous that someone as short as me was attempting to argue with someone as tall as him. Now he was in my view I could see that his attire was a complete suit. Almost official looking. This made me worry even more. I decided I would which topics. “So who are you?” This caused him to stop. He took a stern look at me and his eyes widened. Wrong house maybe? “I am Aaron. Aaron Marshal. I am here on behalf of the council. To discuss your identification.” I hoped my confused expression didn’t give off too much but I never heard of the council diving this much into someone’s identification. “I have my driving license here if it would help” I dug into my bag which had been on my shoulder this whole time and pulled out my purse, opened it flat on the counter and pushed it towards him. Aaron peered down at the ID and lifted a brow. “This was the title you was born with Miss Lucy Pale?” “I assume so. I was orphaned from a young age so I suppose someone could have changed my name when I was a baby. But Lucy is the name I have gone by my whole life, sir.” I never thought to investigate into my past. My parents obviously didn’t want me for a reason. I didn’t care for that reason and I wouldn’t care if my name was changed. “Well you see we are looking for this young lady” Aaron pulled a photo from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and slid it too me on the counter. My eyes widened as it slid closer. The photo tormenting me as the girl in the photo staring back at me looked exactly like. Me.