Chapter title: Chapter 1 and 2
I wake up one morning cuddling a child I know I never had. She keeps calling me Mommy. Listen, kid, I’m not your mom.
My mommy this time is not influenced by The Ripple. She knows she didn’t give birth to me. How can I convince her to let me stay? I need her protection before they come for me again.
Dang it! Why did she have to be in danger, now my conscious is bothering me. You’re lucky you’re cute and that I’ve always wanted a kid.
Should I tell her what’s really coming? She’ll leave me if I do. They always do.
Aww Man, She’s involved in some weird behind mess. If I give her up though, I’ll be fine. However, could I really sacrifice my child to save myself? She grew on me a little... well, I’ll be honest, a lot.
ugh, I’m too young to be a mom.
Bump this, let them try to take my child from me. They’ll regret the day they were born.
Story genre: I don’t know yet
Tags: child, alien, family, mother
Chapters written: 5
A/N: I wrote this story about a year ago. Something inspired me to write but I can’t remember what.
They’ve found me. My daddy and brother quickly barricade the door.
“It won’t hold them off for long.” Daddy says. Mommy holds my hands tightly as we all run through the concrete walls of the facility. We follow the hall and it leads us to a door. My brother, John pulls it open.
It leads to a big room. We spread out and try to find a way to get out.
“We’re going to die in here.” Mommy starts crying.
“Not if we give her up.” John says calmly. We all look at him. “What? We’re only in danger because of her. I say we give her up. They said they wouldn’t kill us if we do.”
Nobody says anything. I was hoping Mommy and Daddy would protest, but when I look at their faces, they look like they might do as my brother says. I feel like my heart stopped beating. Not again. Why can’t my family love me?
“I can blink us again.” I say as I hold onto Mommy’s arm. “Please.”
“Only if you can do that before they get here.” Daddy says. I close my eyes and concentrate. Somewhere else, I need to go somewhere else, anywhere else that is safe. I keep saying that in my head over and over. Daddy and John stand in front of Mommy as they wait for the shadow men.
I can feel it when they enter the room. I open my eyes. Two of them walk pass the doorway. To me, They look like shadowy people. I know that they look different to other people.
“Listen-” Daddy starts but is interrupted when the shadow person on the right points at him and Daddy turns into dust. The shadow person on the left points at my brother and the same thing happens to him. Before they have the chance to point at Mommy, I grab her arm and we teleport away.
I think I took us to a desert. Mommy falls to the ground.
“James, John.” She cries. “My baby.” She cries for a really long time as I hug her.
“I’m sorry Mommy.” I cry after she stops crying. She looks at me with a dead look in her eyes.
“Don’t call me that.” She looks at me with a look that all Mommies before had when they reject me. “It’s all your fault.” She whispers. She shoves me. “It’s all your fault!” She yells as she grabs me and starts shaking me really hard. “It should have been you. It should have been YOU! Why are you the one that’s still alive? WHY?” She shoves to the ground and stands up. “I didn’t think it was possible to hate a 6 year old so much.” She starts walking away.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. Please don’t leave me.” I say as I walk after her.
“It would have been better if you were never born.” She shoves me. “Don’t follow me.”
I cry as I watch her walk a away.
“Please, Sharon.” I pause. It’s already happening. She’s not my mommy anymore. Someone else will be and now I have to go through this all over again. I rest my head on my knees and cry as I wait to disappear and meet my new mommy.
I wake up to a warm body holding me. Now that fact alone wouldn’t be cause for alarm, if I was in my parents’ home. Also, I know for a fact that I went to bed all by myself. Am I about to get raped? I really hope I’m not. I stay completely still as I try to get a feel for this person without giving away the fact that I’m awake.
This person hasn’t done anything so far and he is way smaller than me. I don’t feel any weapons being pressed against me so I decide to take a chance and open my eyes. The first thing I see is long white hair. I move a little and see that is belongs to a little girl. I sigh in relief. Thank God, I’m not about to get raped.
Now I’m left with another question. How did this girl get in here? Luckily, I’m off today and I have time to figure this out. I carefully pull her arms from me and walk over to the bathroom. I do my business, brush my teeth and all that jazz. When I step back into my room, I see that the girl is still sleeping. I shrug my shoulders. I’ll just wait until she wakes up on her own.
As I step into the kitchen, I debate whether to make the girl anything to eat. I don’t know what she likes. Oh well, she’s the one that broke into my house. She be grateful for whatever I give her to eat. I decide to make a simple breakfast. It’s not long before the house is filled with the smell of bacon, eggs, grits, sausage, and pancakes.
“Mommy?” The child’s sleepy voice calls out. Awe, poor girl, she’s looking for her mommy. It isn’t long before she walks into the kitchen. Her white hair stops at hips and she is wearing a simple brown dress that stops at her knees. Her big green eyes widens in excitement when she sees the food. “Mommy, you made breakfast.”
I give her a strange look. She can’t be talking to me. I shrug my shoulder and let the comment slide. She sits across from me and starts eating. I watch for a little bit.
“Is it good?” I ask her. She smiles at me and nods her head.
“Very good.” She answers after swallowing her food. “No, the best.”
With her answer, I dig into my food. After we finish eating, I grab the plates and wash them.
“Alright, I need to talk to you.” I tell the girl.
“Ok.” She responds. I guide her back to the table and sit down.
“Soooooo,” I start. “Are you lost?” She frowns and shakes her head. “Where’s your mommy?”
“What do you mean? You’re my mommy”
“No, I’m not. I would remember giving birth to you and on the other hand, you look nothing like me.” She looks absolutely devastated at my words.
“I-I look like Daddy.”
“You know what your dad looks like?”
“No, but if I don’t look like you, I must look like Daddy.”
“But that doesn’t prove that you are my child. I have to do something in order to have a child and I have never done it in my life.” She stands up and grabs one of my hands. Her eyes are frantic.
“What- How about asking Grandma? She would know.” I don’t know why I am even going along with this. I grab my phone and call my mom. She answers on the forth ring.
“Hey, are you ok?” My mom says. I roll my eyes.
“Yes, Mom.” I tell her. “Why do you ask that every time I call?”
“Because I worry about you. Now, tell me, how’s my grandbaby?”
“What grandbaby?” I hear her sigh.
“Just look through your photos. She is your child, and even though the way she came into your life was traumatic, I have accepted her and you need to too. You had her young, but you’ve been taking good care of her. Snap out of it.” She pauses. “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“Ok then, just do what I told you. Love you, bye.”
“Love you too.” She hangs up. I through my photos and sure enough I find pictures of me and this girl. I see pictures of the day she was born and even recent pictures of us together. I put my phone done and look at my supposed child. “I don’t believe it.”
I stand up. I don’t believe this at all. I know that I did not give birth to this child. I don’t remember any of this and I don’t care if evidence suggests otherwise. I know I’m forgetful, but I wouldn’t forget something like this. I probably gave birth to her while I was in highschool. My mom would have beat the crap out of me and probably be disappointed in me.
I would remember something like that. I would. Something is going on. Either that or I’m crazy. To be honest, both could be simultaneously true. I laugh internally at that. I could try leaving her at the police station, but I’m sure that they would just return her back to me and possibly charge me with child abandonment. I have to be smart about this. I have watched way too many movies and read way too many books where the main character acted stupid and made the situation worse for themselves.
Unfortunately, there’s that small possibility that I have lost my mind and forgot my only child, but I highly doubt that. Nothing about this situation makes sense. I’m pretty sure I’m right and everyone is wrong.
I focus my attention back to pale-skinned girl in front of me. Either she is part this craziness or a victim of it.
“I need you to be very honest with me.” I tell her. “Am I really your mother?” I don’t know if that is the right way to phrase the question. However, I don’t believe that she is completely ignorant of what is happening. At my question, her eyes become fearful. She looks away from me. I can feel her hand trembling.
“Y-yes” She stammers as she looks down. “But you n-n-never gave birth to m-me.” I smile, feeling excited. I almost jump and whoop. I knew I wasn’t crazy. Now, there’s a bunch of other things that don’t make sense. Let’s see what else she knows.
“Do you know how to make things go back to normal?” I ask her. She nods her head.
“All, all you have to do is tell me that it would be better if I was never born. You have to mean it.” I immediately deflate. That’s not something I could say comfortably to a child without provocation.
“What would happen if I did that?”
“Every trace of me would disappear from your life and memory, I would move on to my next mommy.”
“How many times have you done this?”
“More than my fingers and toes.” I say nothing for a long time. I stare at her what type of person could say that to a little kid. Maybe she’s evil. I have to consider all my options. I weigh the pros and cons of keeping her.
Everyone already thinks she’s my kid even though we look nothing alike. I’ve also always wanted a child, but there’s a lot of things to consider, like schooling. Should I put her in school? I’m about to be in between assignments, but summer is coming soon so I won’t have to worry about school until a little later, I think.
I would also point out that don’t know anything about her. This is a life-changing decision, and I don’t know if what I could be getting involed in. I’m going to need a little more time to think about it.
“I think it would be better-” I start but get interrupted when she drops to her knees.
“Please, don’t send me away.” She begs as tears run down her face. “I-I’ll be good. You won’t even notice me. You don’t even have to feed me and, and, and I can cook too. If you don’t like my face, I can stay hidden. You won’t notice me at all. I’ll be a good girl, Mommy, I will. I can-”
“Listen.” I say, interrupting her. She’s killing me. I kneel down the floor so we’re about eye level. I grab her hands that are shaking so hard. She bits her lip as if to keep herself from sobbing. I am trying to figure out why she’s reacting this way when it clicks in my brain. It sounded like I was going to say the word to send her away. “I was going to say it would better if I thought about this for a couple days.”
“I just need time to think. Now get up.” I help her up and guide her back to the chair. I sit across from her. I find myself struggling to choose between comforting her or bombarding her with questions. However, she seems to be calming herself down on her own. I jump to feet, startling her.
“Let’s-” I pause. I just realized that I do not know her name and I didn’t even ask her. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” She answers.
“So you don’t have a name?”
“Only if you don’t give me one.”
“How do you plan on living without a name?”
“You won’t name me?” She asks that while she looks at me with her big green eyes. Stop it, kid.
“You hate me that much?”
“I don’t care about you enough to hate you.” Crap, she looks like she is about to start crying. My sisters always told me I was a heartless jerkface. While what I said is true, I should phrase it nicely. “What I mean is, we should get to know each other.” This sounds like I’m already committed to keeping her as my kid which is not the case. I just need more information. I sit back down. I got all excited for nothing.
“Oh, ok.” Her face still looks so sad.
“Listen, I have an idea, but first I have questions that I need answered.”
“What is it?”
“How are you doing this?” I ask as I gesture to everything around us. “How come my mom thinks that you are my daughter and how did the pictures of us together even exist when they never happened?”
“You want me to be honest?” I nod my head. “If I’m honest, does that mean you won’t reject me?”
“I won’t reject you immediately.” My answer seems to reassure her a little.
“I call it The Ripple. I am like a drop of water being added to a still pond. Where I land, is my mommy and the pond is the world. Even though I am small drop, I create a big ripple where I land. The world changes to accept that I exist. The ripple is the biggest where I land because the people closest to me have to believe that I was always there and then it gets smaller as it goes further out.”
“So it wouldn’t only affect me because if I had suddenly had a six year old, my mom would wonder where you came from. Does that mean my mom’s friends would have memories of you too.”
“They might have memories of Grandma talking about me. I even have a birth certificate with your name on it.”
“Really.” She hops out of the chair and runs into my room. She comes back with a sheet of paper and hands it to me. I look it over. It’s a real birth certificate with my name listed as her mother. So The Ripple apparently even affects the government. However, where her name should be doesn’t have anything.
“Why isn’t your name on it?”
“You didn’t give me a name. My name will show up after you me one.”
“Didn’t have a name before you came to me?”
“Yes, my mommy before you gave me a name.”
“So why don’t you use that instead?”
“My name is only what my mommy gives me so you have to give me a name.” She’s being really persistant about this.
“Ok.” She perks up. “Your name will be the name you give me.” She looks at me confused.
“I want you to come up with a name for yourself.”
“What if you don’t like the name I choose?”
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