WHO AM I

Anna's POV

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I'm Anna May. I lost my foster parents, Bob and Mave, a week ago. Along with three others, the couple were victims of a car crash. I was in so much grief that I kept putting off the fact that I had to clean out my late parents' room. As another week go by I was finally convinced by my best friend, Miguel Davis, that I had to face the grief in order for it to slowly go away and turn into memories. So I went to Bob and Mave's house early Saturday morning after a cup of coffee. I took a few boxes to their room and started unpacking the closet. I got teary while packing the clothing into the boxes because my memories of my entire life with my foster parents came rushing back. I remembered when Bob taught me to do gardening and when Mave taught me to cook, my sweet memories with them and the fact that their death was so sudden, couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my now flushed pink cheeks. As I got through the stuffs I stumbled over a box filled with papers and fell on a pile of clothes next to it. The papers were scattered on the wooden floor, and since I was way too exhausted to look through them, I got up and stuffed them back into the box and placed it on the kitchen island outside. I continued packing, lost track of time and fell asleep. Then I was awaken by a loud bang from Bob's garage. Curious to know what made that sound, I ran to window that has a clear view to the garage and saw two built men coming out. They were heading for the back door of the house. Scared as hell, I turned all the lights in the house on and quickly dialed 911 on the landline phone in the house. The men backed away from the house probably upon seeing the lights turn on and hopped into a black tinted SUV and it drove off.

" Hello 911, what's your emergency?" a voice from the phone said. "Sorry wrong number", I replied putting the reciever down. I hurried over to the kitchen and found my cellphone that was apparently muted. I had seven miss calls and sixteen messages from Miguel. His messages basically asked "where are you?". Then I remembered I was supposed to meet him at six but it was already eight. I called him twice but he did not answer. So I called a taxi and while I was waiting, I went to the garage to see what the men were in there for. Upon entering, I saw a trashed garage, apparently they were desperately looking for something.

My eyes scanned the room and saw a box with papers scattered, then I remembered the box I left on the kitchen island. The taxi came, I grabbed the box, locked the doors of the house, entered the taxi and said "New Brookes, 2nd avenue, 5th building please", the driver nodded and drove off.

I got into my apartment, dropped the box on my black couch, took a shower and donned grey joggers with a blue hoodie and my brown frizzy hair was in a messy bun.

I ordered pizza and made a cup of coffee then my phone rang. It was Miguel.

"Hey, sorry, I fell asleep at mum's place", I said answering the phone.

"Oh, it's ok, watcha doing?", he asked. I replied telling him that I ordered pizza and asked if he wanted to come over, he said yes because he would never say no to pizza. Fifteen minutes after hanging up, the doorbell rang. I opened the door thinking "wow, he really does like pizza", but it was not my best friend. It was the pizza delivery guy. I gave him the money, thanking him for the pizza as he handed it to me. I left the pizza on the kitchen shelf and went to lay on the couch, then I saw the box there. I completely forgot about it already. I picked it up and placed it on the table in front of my couch then sat on my couch staring at the box.

"What's even in here? There are so many papers, why am I even bothering to go look through this? Ugh, oh well", I thought, sighing. As I was about to pick up a paper from the box, the doorbell rang. This time it was Miguel.

He walked in saying "Hey, you ok? Is the pizza here yet? I'm starving."

"Wow, really....", I remarked, "The pizza is here and yeah I'm fine, now", I continued.

"Now?"he asked unsure of what I probably meant. I ignored what he asked and went to grab two plates and he grabbed the pizza, placed it on the table and I made him a cup of coffee, then we sat on the couch both taking a slice of pizza.

"Mmmmmmmhh, this, is, de-lish", I say taking my second bite into the mouthwatering, cheesy, meaty slice of pizza. I've literally fell in love with Delmaño's Pizza Plaza ever since I was five. My foster parents took me there for my fifth birthday and he had now started his plaza and today he has sixteen branches. He knows me too, I'm a regular. Almost every weekend I order pizza from him.

"So, what happened? You literally ditched me", Mig said to me.

"Um, I did go do the clean up today, I was exhausted and fell asleep but then something really weird and unusual happened", I said and paused, playing back what happened earlier.

"Well....don't just stop, tell me what happened", he said pulling me back from my reply. I told him what happened, and he started laughing. I was confused as to why he was laughing but instead of asking him why, I sat there staring at him confused. Then he finally said "really... the 'men in black' came to your parents' house", then continued laughing.

"Miguel Martinn Davis!!!!!!!", I yelled. "I'm not joking, they really were there! I was so scared, and I dialed 911 but they left," I continued and he straightened up now sitting foward. He listened attentively as I told him in detail exactly what happened.

"You're not going there alone again ok? I'm gonna go with you whenever you have to go", he now said seriously and I just nodded. Mig offered to help me sort through the documents as we got through the pizza. There were three slices of pizza and half a cup of both our coffees left. Mig took both my plate and his and took it to my kitchen.

He came back, took a sip of his coffee and said "Ok let's do this", and he leaned forward, took a set of papers and started looking through them. I did the same. Most of the papers were insurance and health stuff. There were others like the document for their car, the deed of their house and apparently pictures of when I was little. Mig grabbed the photos from my hands and started looking through them, he started laughing about how tiny I was and how cute I looked in pig tails. Then he made a remark saying that I would look cute with pig tails now too but I know that he was just teasing, so I tapped him on the shoulder. I continued looking through the papers then came across a blue file. I opened it and started reading through. It appears to be my adoption documents. I continued reading through the documents and saw a name "Jessy Macgregor", it appears to be the person I was adopted from. "My mom?", I questioned and Mig heard me asking what I was talking about. I showed him the document and he said that it could also be the worker that was in charge of taking care of me until I found a home. Either ways, I wanted to find out. I also found the papers to a deposit box, I had no idea they had one. Bob and Mave were so old fashioned, they never wanted to even use a cellphone, I begged them for months to get a cellphone and when they finally did.....they passed.

I woke up on my couch, with something heavy on my hand almost around my entire upper body. I slightly turned my head and saw Mig's face. He looked so peaceful, handsome and cute😄.....wait😶....what am I thinking. He is just my best friend. I slowly got up but I was pulled into a hug and he whispered in his sleepy voice "Stay, please, just a bit longer".

I stayed glued in one position and then relaxed in his embrace. About ten minutes later, I got up and showered. I donned black jeans and a blue tank top. Mig was still asleep, so I wrote him a note saying that I was going to check on something and I'll be back by five. I left and took a taxi to my late foster parents' house. When I entered the house, it looked the same way I left it, until I saw the living room. It was trashed, the same way the garage was. I heard a distant chatter then the back door slammed. I quickly ran to see who it was and I say two guys in black hoodies. They were built just like the guys from last night. They hopped into a black car and drove off, I ran to the front and hopped into the same taxi I came with, thank heavens it wasn't gone yet. I told the driver to follow the car. It went through a narrow alley, so I told the driver to stop. I paid him and ran cautiously into the alley. It had lots of graffiti on the walls but had a creepy vibe. I kept walking till I saw the car parked under a shed. I slowly walked towards it but before I knew it, someone from behind covered my head and hit me a few times.

I woke up but the place was pitch black. I tried to wipe my eyes but my hands felt as if it were tied to whatever I was sitting on.

My head pained and so did my hands. A distant chatter made me scared, then it hit me. I WAS KIDNAPPED!!!!!

I've never done anything wrong in my life, never hurt a fly...well mosquitoes, yes but my point is I'm innocent. Why would someone want to kidnap me?

The place was suddenly bright. Apparently there was something over my head. I was scared as hell, I felt my entire body shiver in fear. A tall skinny, blond hair dude dressed in a white t-shirt, blue joggers and a blue mask stood in front of me. He leaned down infront of me and looked me in the eyes and said, "Hello beautiful, wanna check out of here fast?" I rolled my eyes in disgust and he slapped me saying, "Manners little lady! You should know who you're dealing with". I was so pissed, I swear I could kill him right now. Oh, the temptation. He was running his hand along my body and I felt so uncomfortable but couldn't do anything because I was a little tied up. He told his fellow crew mates that were watching "Who wants to have a little fun? Boys? Let's teach the little lady some manners huh?". My heart raced, I could literally explode right now, I've never been so pissed or scared in my life, I suddenly felt a wave through my body. It felt as if I was shocked but slowly it passed through me. From head to toe. I felt confident and was totally not scared anymore.

I told the blonde dude, "Hey, pretty fella, why don't you untie me, let's have some fun, the proper way", he stared at he for a little bit then took off his mask and smirked then walked over to me. He starts to untie me and I place my legs around him, and pulled him for a kiss. His lips crashed against mine and his crew roared.

He pulls back and says, "Feisty and domineering...mhm...I'm loving this", I got so disgusted that I couldn't stop myself from hitting him. I kicked him straight to the privates and his expression was so funny but at the same time I was saying sorry. I can't believe I just did that. I realized, one man down, I'm untied, I should try to get out of here. I got up and tried to escape but his crew mates blocked all exits and came circling me. I told them to back off but no one listened...one tried to grab me but I kicked him in the head, it was a fast reflex, I honestly have no idea what happened. They all then came after me and every time they got too close or tried to touch me, I would hit them, I'm not actually doing it on purpose though. The wave I felt through my body has to be responsible for this, I only hit people with my mind (as in, I imagine hitting them) and not actually, physically, hit them. I felt like a puppet. I beat the whole gang as they came after me, as much as I felt great that they couldn't hurt me, I felt bad everytime I hit one of them. I said sorry everytime. Literally, I said sorry but I couldn't control my body. Was I possessed? No, if I were, I wouldn't be conscious, then it hit me... Am I physically possessed? Oh hell no. What even is that? I'm going crazy. This is just a dream, I'm dreaming, again I hit another but it felt real. I'm not dreaming, this is real.

I was so scared and freaked out. I had no idea what was real and what wasn't. It felt like I was hallucinating. I watched the guys all curled up on the ground in pain that I caused them. I had no idea what to think anymore, so I ran out the through the exit not looking back. My heart raced, I was starting to go mad. My emotions were mixed with happiness that I got justice in my own way but also sadness that I caused others physical pain and also I'm totally crazy for experiencing this...now I started to question everything....how did this happen? Why was I even kidnapped? What were those people doing in my foster parents' house? None of this makes sense. I'm totally crazy.