To Know Who I Am

First Flight Out

“Dad, do you know if mom is coming to get me or what?” I asked as I sat at the table for lunch. He put down the papers from my test reports. “Sweetheart you're not done with of your test yet.”

 I looked at him and trying not to roll my eyes. “Dad I've have told them all the same thing. For each test it was the same. What’s your name? When’s your birthday? What year were you born? What happen? What they want from you Nora? What do you remember? Where you r***d?”

 I looked at my dad and spoke clearly. “Why? Are you saying I’m not telling the truth?” His eyes fell.

“I know that but still you need to have more.”  I didn’t stop there. “Why?” “Because, you were there in that house for a year and, well, you need to know, that you could of for well could a lot of things.”

“Are you saying that I could have been brain washed or something like that?”

“Maybe, I think that you’re hiding something from us.” 

“I would know if I was. Right?”

“Sweetheart just please just eat and then go back to your room.”

“I would but that's back in London so I can’t.”

 “Lenora now!”

It’s been two months since I was kidn*pped and still haven't got to go home.

 I love being with my dad but right now I wanted my mom. I missed her so much.

Day after day my every move was watched and followed. Men in black where at each side of me. At each door and window. Inside and out.

I walked to my room at the other end of the house. I don't understand why I can't go home now.

In my room I looked for My American Heart CD.  Turning it on to number three and turning the sound all the way up.  For the first time I listened to the words... 

I hated that my room was like a cage and no one in this world could help me get out. I wanted out of this room, this house, and this world. I wish Louise had killed me and if it wasn't him then at less Nick. I hated every little thing about my life at this point, I wanted out. I looked at my arm for the first time since Nick cut at it. If I didn’t know better I would think that is never happen. I’ve asked my dad and the doctors if they saw anything on my arm that was look like a knife cut. But each answer was the same. “There nothing on your arm that looked like a knife cut Lenora. I’m sorry but there isn’t a thing.” I would tell them that it was there. That something were there that it was a cut.  I could feel the mark of it and see it when I looked down at it but then in the mirror I saw nothing just like everyone else.

“You will learn what I did, no one but you and I will know about it. Not even Louise. You see if you were to talk someone about it, well then they will think you’re crazy and lock you up. And when that day comes then Louise will go find you and kidn*pped you again. That is if you are smart.”

            I wasn’t smart then, because I told people and they did look at me like I was crazy.  I looked out the window at the open filed. I when to open the window but couldn’t because my father locked them all. It was around ten when I hear someone at my door.

“Honey its dad can you open your door please. Your mom called and I told her that you would be on the first plane out tomorrow.”

I moved to the door in a blur and opened it fast then I wish I did. It pulled me along with it.  

“I’m going home?” I looked at him.

“I’m really going back to mom?”  He grabbed my hand and pulled me in and hugged me tight. “Yes baby girl you are. I love you.”

“I love you daddy.” I kissed him on the forehead. We walked to dinner and eat talking about me coming back for the summer.

“Dad?” I asked.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Will you come for Christmas?” I smiled at him.

 “I will if you ask your mom first.” Is all he said.

 Sure thing I was on the first plane out.

Ten hours on the plane and every minute I wanted off. There sat next to me was a mother and her three month old baby girl. She was cute all but the fact that she cried nonstop and her mother wouldn’t do a thing to stop her. At one point she sat her up after feeding and as she sat there she did nothing but look at me. She had bright blue eyes and a small smile. The baby reminded me on my little sister when she was born.

“She likes you.” The mother said.

“What’s her name?” I asked as I took her small hand into mine.

“Amelia.” She said with a smile.

And with that I could tell that the mom with in love with her in every way.