As I was saying, it was time to tell the truth. I was an alien. That feeling I had was real. I was indeed abandoned on earth without any clue. One stormy night my parents found me on their doorstep. They raised me, but never told me that I wasn’t their daughter. But I had a feeling, I didn’t belong, I couldn’t fit into this world because I wasn’t of it. I found that out on my eighteenth birthday when I started seeing people’s souls. I realized that not only I could see other people’s souls, but that I didn’t have one. I was soulless. That was my first clue to finding my true identity. What made it clearer were my dreams. I saw my real parents and I saw who I truly was. It was scary in the beginning but soon I accepted my identity. It wasn’t a big deal. This universe is filled with secrets beyond our comprehension. So what if I wasn’t human? I was okay, my life was getting better. I knew the truth about myself, at least.
So, as I was saying, I could see souls. It was not difficult for me to look for Sana’s soul. Hers was beautiful. I had always loved it. And when I looked for it, I found it. Unfortunately, it was without a body. Her body had died and her soul was left behind. She couldn’t crossover into the otherworld, because she was sad, so very sad.
“How long are you planning to mourn your own death?” I asked one day, she didn’t reply of course. Souls couldn’t talk. At least, not in the way I could understand. I was hoping that soon she would move on, but it had been months and she was still here. I wanted to know why, but I didn’t know where to look for the answers. Then it came to me.
“Zainy, wait up,” Sam was calling my name.
“Hello,” I stopped in my tracks and looked at her coming towards me.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, “where have you been?”
“I have been busy with study and work,” I said, “you know how it is. Not much time for socializing.”
“That may be,” she continued, “but you should find time for friends or one day you’d be left alone.”
“I know, I will try,” I agreed with her, but the truth was I’d rather be alone with a book than be with people who never showed their true faces. I noticed something then. Her soul was completely black now. It wasn’t like that before. I wondered what she had done to cause this darkness in her soul.
“Anyhow,” she gave me a broad smile, “I was wondering if it’s ok for me to hang out with you today. We can study or talk, whatever. What do you think?”
“Hmm,” I wasn’t so sure about spending time with her, but I also wanted to know more about what she was up to, “sure, why not?”
“Cool,” she said, “I’ll come around seven pm?”
“Sure, see you.”
Later that night she came over to my room. Sana’s soul was there too and wasn’t happy about it. I saw the changes. It was as if her soul was scared of Sam’s. It gave me pause. I desperately wanted to know what was wrong with it. And somehow, I did. I wasn’t entirely sure how, but one minute I was wondering about it and the next, answer came to me. Sam had killed Sana. It was so strange how I knew it. In my mind there was no doubt in it. Both their souls showed me the truth. It was like the souls talked and I listened. That had never happened before, but it was not that farfetched considering the fact that I was an alien no one knew about.
“Were you and Sana really close?” Her questioned brought me back from my musings.
“Yes, you can say that,” I liked to think we were.
“She told you anything interesting?” I had no idea what she wanted to know. Yes, Sana and I were close in our own way, but no we didn’t use to have many heart-to-hearts. I wasn’t that kind of person. I liked to keep my distance, even from the person I called friend.
“Oh, you know, just this and that.”
“I don’t know, we talked about a lot of things. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Oh, forget it,” she said with a weird smile, “I just wondered how her last days were like? What she talked about? What she ate? You know, that kind of thing.”
“Sorry, I can’t think of anything in particular that might interest you,” I said.
“It’s ok, no need to apologize,” she said, “I was so close to her. You know how much time we used to spend together. I miss her so much.”
She was lying and I knew that. Her soul was getting darker and darker the more she talked. She was up to something, and it was nothing good.
“We were working on an article together,” she continued, “did she tell you about it?”
“An article?” I was confused, “about what? Why?”
“Oh, well, it was my idea,” she said, “I was working on something for our newspaper and asked for her help.”
“I had no idea,” I really didn’t know anything about it, “was it something important?”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t know why I brought that up,” she changed the subject as soon as she realized that I didn’t know anything about any article, “how is your work going?”
“Not bad,” I said, “hey, you know I just remember I need to work of my essay for tomorrow’s class. Do you mind? I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time to continue this.”
“No problem, I was leaving anyway,” she said goodbye and left.
It was a strange encounter. I was not close to Sam at all. I barely knew her and yet, for some reason, she wanted to spend time with me and then asked me questions about Sana. That sounded like interrogation to me. It was then that I remembered Sana’s journal. The one she used to write in all the time. I knew where it was. For some reason she always kept it with my books instead of her own. Maybe that would give me answers that I wanted so badly.
To be continued…
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