Eve's Story Chapter 5

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So many questions.
For a long minute, I was speechless. I couldn't think, couldn't speak. My mind was just... blank. My moment of shock seemed to last a lifetime, for ten lifetimes.
Then the questions started to dance before my eyes.
So many, many questions.
A small part of my brain acknowledged the fact that Jasper was looking very wary of my reaction. Pfft, that was nothing.It was ME who feared HIM. Hah! Well, I hope you're happy now, Jaz. I don't have a reaction, I thought. My expression is blank. I'm a cooolld person. I'm not even real. My whole life, my existence has never, ever been real. I'm not even human. Lovely. You'd think a fake person, an imaginary friend got no attention at all, apart from his creator, who had to be nuts. Maybe I was an imaginary person. Maybe Jasper was my creator, maybe. He was a nutter all right.
But I had been noticed. My whole life, everywhere I happened to look, it was there, that sign. Look at me, look at me! Maybe my eyes were different from any other Human my eyes weren't adapted to see it. Maybe I was born with it.
The thing is, I had never been born. I fell out of the sky like a blazed star. The brightest star anyone anywhere had ever seen. I was like stardust, that's what the papers read. I was front page all over them. Second page, third page, every single page. I had astronomers dedicating their lives to work out: Is There Life On Other Planets? Well, I was living proof. But there they we're, Raymond and Jenaide. They had been praying for a miracle, praying for a beautiful baby. So that's what they got. They got the most beautiful baby in the world, who happened to fall out of the sky.
And they felt sorry for me. Sorry because they knew I would have been killed, or worshiped, or put up on display in a blasted museum. Cut up in a science experiment. Locked up in a laboratory. Or just mocked for playing tricks.
Maybe that was why I was so beautiful. Because I wasn't Human.
Maybe, though it seemed to much to hope, my real parents loved me. Maybe they existed. maybe I wasn't different from everyone else, just this planet.
Maybe.
Oh God!
Maybe, maybe, maybe. I was sick of the maybes. I just wanted the Truth! Why couldn't I just have the Truth?!
I didn't fear Jasper because he was dangerous, but because of what he was. What he had shown me I was. And what I had become.
And here I was, trapped under a sky devoid of stars, polluted and sick, and for what reason? WHAT REASON?!
Because my curiosity had gotten the better of me. That's what. I knew that because I couldn't just see and hear through the memories. I could touch and sense and feel what I felt.. how many years ago was it now?
That sign, that blasted, blasted sign, that had been haunting me all my life; it was like a ghost. I couldn't see it, but it terrified me, because I could feel it there. It had been carved into my face, my eyes, my lips, my hair. It had been molded into my body. I could see it after all! Everywhere! It was everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
By now the tears were spilling down my cheeks. Jasper gasped.
"No. No, Eve, stop it, "he shook my shoulders and shook them, starting to look alarmed."I wasn't expecting this. Eve, please stop it! I don't know what to do!"
But I couldn't hear him anymore. I was off and running back home. To my real home. My home with Raymond and Jenaide and me, not some freakish pretty aliens. That was where I belonged. Just home.