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“I am not human.”
Her words rang in his ears.
“I am not alien.”
He still stood at the doorway, the door he had slammed in her face now the only thing he saw through his confused eyes. Everything was a blur. He wasn’t sure if he had been standing here for minutes or hours. He didn’t care.
If she wasn’t human or alien, then what was she? The image of those eyes still pierced through his memory. Those bright, white eyes…
“I am not human.”
She had white hair, but was not aged. She was thin, too thin. Her image was imprinted on his mind. Something about her made him sympathetic, but still, something about her scared him. Like a magnetic pull, he had slowly shut the door in that pale, white-eyed face.
He slowly fell to his knees, his eyes still focused on the door. Had she left? If so, where had she gone?
Suddenly, her voice, that low, mysterious voice, seemed to be speaking to him in his mind.
I am still here, she said, open the door.
Slowly, he found himself obeying. And there she was, in the exact same place as she had been when he closed the door.
She stared at him. It seemed she was waiting for him to speak.
He cleared his throat. “H-hello.”
Her face did not stir. Only her mouth moved when she spoke. “Please, I need a place to stay.” She did not look him in the eye.
He blocked the door with his hand. “First things first. Who are you?”
“Who I am does not matter.” She replied, pronouncing every word clearly. “I know who you are. You are Fredrick Michael Banks. You grew up here in Helensville, New Zealand. You are twenty-five years old and own a black boxer named Tiny.”
Right as she said that, a huge black dog peeked from behind the man.
His face turned red. “Who on earth are--”
He was cut off when her eyes rolled into her head and she fell on him limply.
Startled, he stood there, the strange woman in his arms. He then felt their heart beats morph into one, as if their souls had united.
He carried her to the couch and laid her there. He stood back and looked at the motionless figure. She smelled of sea salt, and chemicals. Her clothes were battered and worn, and it was at this time that he noticed she was soaking wet. No wonder, it was storming outside, and he had made her stand there in the rain. He felt like an idiot.
He numbly found himself searching for a blanket for her. He felt his heart beating in his head. What was it about this woman that frightened him so? Something was different about her. Maybe she was insane. Or maybe he was. Was this all a dream?
“I am not human.”
Her voice rang in his head still. He laid the blanket across her and then sat, looking at her, wondering, confused…but suddenly, for the first time that night, not afraid.
