Human: All I Ever Wanted Was to Be Normal.

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Chapter 1

It rotated as my fingers moved from right to left, my fingers moved faster, the glass cup followed it's rotation, faster and faster. My fingers spread apart without moving now, the glass floated still. I could feel my lips curl into a smile.

PUT THAT DOWN!

My ears ached with the sound of breaking glass on the floor. Ferb! I yelled at him. After all, he did make me drop the glass; he startled me.

No, ma'am, don't blame me for your incidents, you are not to do any of that when there are visitors! He referred to the maids and proceeded to scold me scolded for another 10 minutes. Ferb was older beyond his years but his white hair did not go unnoticed, he was roughly ten years older than my own father but I loved him just as much. Except those words weren’t spoken in my house. He had strong small blue eyes that would carve into you like a knife if he were angry. But his soft face was covered by old almost unnoticed scars to the human eyes; scars that I never question or wanted to know. Towering tall and average-skinny by nature. Oh, and he was as smart as they came.

I waited for him to finish and as he made me pick up my mess. I'm sorry Ferb, I'll be more careful, do me a favor and don't tell my dad anything, k, thanks I walked away as I knew he wouldn't anyways.

The night had just started; the lights were bright and beautiful. There were groups of people roaming around the city, hanging out with one another, eating, shopping, exercising and me; watching them. I chewed on a sour candy I bought off the liquor store; my legs were crossed sitting on a bench just watching my surroundings. I wonder what it feels like, you know: being one of them. Being someone that had absolutely nothing special, if that’s what you want to call what I am. Sometimes, when I sit here and watch them go through emotions like mood rings and worry about insignificant, petty things I envy them. I envy it all, the freedom, the carelessness, and the love. Envy is such an ugly color on me, but I wear it around my neck as it chokes me day by day. Not knowing what I am, and keeping all my secrets between daddy and Ferb. How could I sit there and tell them I want to have stories, like the stories I hear, about a guy hooking up with this girl and then it was her boyfriend and someone else’s saw an the post it online and hearing their giggles around my head repeatedly, making my skin itch with envy, just knowing they had each other and even though they were stupid, they still were something I wanted to be; free.

I didn’t understand why materials such as clothing and jewelry were so important to girls like this, but I’d see it in their face, their expression, wanting to fit in and be ‘beautiful’ the competition they had over a guy’s attention. Some would even wear as little as possible so he could be more interested. I never understood anything; I only observed and learned by my own assumptions. Until today, the day it started, the day my entire reason for being changed.

On my way home, I was only a few blocks away, but I walked slowly. The stars were out and the lights from the shopping center were slowly dismissing from a distance. I walked backwards watching the farther I got the smaller insignificant they were, then I looked up, maybe that’s what the stars thought of us, if they could even see us. Maybe they thought we were trying to compete with them. Our lights against theirs: no competition. Anyways, I knew all that was nonsense because stars are rocks that have been dead for thousands of years. Their lights are just almost everlasting for us, but soon they will dim and cease to exist to us.

My leg flinched, I got licked on; by the dryness of the tongue, I assumed an animal. I turned around, and my speculations were right, this golden colored dog, happy as ever, licked me.

It’s not nice to lick without at least saying hi, I pet his head, feeling his soft long hair run through my fingers.

So you like dogs? A voice out of nowhere popped up, assuming the owner, This one is Deli, she likes you.

How do you know, I turned around to see him, his eyes caught mine. I was quiet for a second; we exchanged a few looks. He was beautiful. He smiled, and that only made me more hesitant to speak, I wanted to admire him from afar. His hair was like the color of almonds, with a hint of black (it could have been the fact that it was almost pitch black that his hair looked darker) His eyes were strong and soft light brown at the same time. His smile radiated through the darkness, his presence demanded attention and I was giving it to him. He was tall with a posture greater than my own. He smiled even greater as he noticed my silence.

Well, she's licking you. That's something. He laughed a little, Do you have any dogs?

No. I spoke quickly. Never have.

That’s a shame. I had mine for years, she's 6, beautiful lab.

Yeah, well, I better go- he cut me off,

Do you go school or work around here?

I looked at him peculiarly; he was probably two years older than me.

No, well kind of…I work with my dad a little. And no school.

His hand scratched his head as he spoke, Ugh, yeah, I'm in the same boat, I work with my father too. I studied his face: he really despised it. His eyes stare into space a little and came back to me.

I smiled slightly, Can't be that bad, I hope.

Eh, yeah not that bad. I think he was trying to be nice.

I laughed: I couldn't help it.

What? he said in a goofy way.

You, it's funny, you really do hate working with him.

He started laughing too, Ugh, I'm just complaining. he cleared his throat, So what does yours do?

I thought for a second, He’s a scientist.

His eyes widened a little as if he was impressed, Nice. That's exciting, if you know about all that.

I laughed, You don't know how to lie very well.

He sort of let this laugh go, it was short and cute, No, guess not. My father has a boring job; he works at a corporate office and blah. All I do is work below him, way below him. Just basic organizing schedules, making appointments, work on some files. I'm an extra in his building.

Father issues, my mind thought. I just stared blankly at him. I didn't mean it as pathetic as it sounds really, you look scared, he smiled.

No, I was listening and well, I didn't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything, I have an extremely boring life, so maybe tell me about you. I couldn't hold back my grin.

It’s kind of late actually…

He realized it was, Aw sorry, maybe we can meet up another time?

Umm…Sure.

Great! Do you know where the Cafe is across the Glass building is?

He was talking about probably the biggest building in the city.

Yeah, I know which one.

Meet me there? I'm usually there every morning and after work at 4. Ask for Daniel. I'm a regular and order what you like, I have a tab there.

That's- nice of you, okay I will. I have to go now, I started walking away backwards, I'll see you soon…Daniel.

Wait! What's your name?

I turned around and said Bay. and walked away into the darkness, I didn't want to turn back because I felt his eyes staring at me as I walked away.

Chapter 2

Bay the whole house spoke. I hated when he used the house intercom. Time for your practice, come on down.

I let out a huge sight, and started making my way down there. Walked throughout the living room to the back rooms, finally to his office. I locked the door so no one would come in; there stood a small little statue by the books almost unnoticed. I looked at it for a split second, wonder what made him get this statue out of all the ones in the world. It was plated, a small globe with rays surrounding the world. My fingers pushed it the side exposing a small number keyboard, 730422. Seconds later the shelve itself opened. The wall was exposed, I turned the switch, come down the steps: it was quiet. The room was bright and white, as big as half a football field.

Where are you? I stood still carefully, listening to any noise. Daddy? out of nowhere a fireball came out, out of nowhere, I jumped out with a second to spare.

That almost got me! my senses heighten. There were a few old cars on the far right of the field; I knew he'd use it to attack me. Suddenly, as I expected, two came my way. Out of panic my instincts made me run, I beheld myself and stood firm. I raised my arms up and wrapped my mind around them like an invisible rope and held them on the air a few feet away from me. I was holding them to save my life, my arms started to shake. I felt my veins pop out and my tendons strain Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! I yelled with an amplifying power. Any sign of weakness would be fatal, but he was pushing me to the limit. I mean it! STOP! He kept pushing it against me. I knew he was testing my limit.

I fell down to my knees; my arms were still holding the cars away from me. The room was moving, and my eyelids felt heavy, I felt my body bounce against the floor.

Tous les codes ne sont pas additionnant. Quelque chose n'est pas ici.

I heard in a low whisper, my father's voice spoke angrily with someone over the phone.

Dad? the room was white and bright, immediately I knew where I was, my father's lab.

Yes, don't get up too quick.

I felt safe; I was home. I waited till the blurriness went away. What are you doing? I slowly pushed myself up from the stiff white bed.

Waiting for you to wake up, he sat back down on his chair. His lab coat kept him warm since his lab was always cold; the ac went on 24/7 in here. My dad held a tired look, he was a good-looking man but he seemed older than what he was. He was always working, always in the lab. He was a tall fellow, originally brown hair but gray hair had caught up to him. His eyes held two small lines at the end of his eyes, but when you'd stare at his eyes you could see light blue eyes. His weight remained the same throughout the years, he followed a strait forward diet; scrambled eggs in the morning with spinach and some sort of fruit, lunch contained of fish with white rice or some sort of meat dish and for dinner it'd be depending on the day. Mondays was Alfredo pasta with shrimps, Tuesday was tofu, Wednesday was random dinner, Thursday was his favorite eggplant covered in pasta sauce and linguini or rice depending on his choice, Fridays through Sunday was usually my pick. Every morning he took an hour run and his snacks were salads, every type of salads: egg salad, fruit salad, pasta salad, Caesar salad, etc.

As a child he was very loving, then over time he grew a little colder or stricter. I really could not decide which one. It was like he was looking for something but was frustrated by not finding it. Sometimes our experiments grew him angry and sometimes he was fascinated. It didn't take long for me to realize I was special. I have never been to public school or school at all other than home school and a university.

What time is it? I asked promptly.

I was almost all the way up.

It's… he turned his wrist to see the time, 1534 he stated and looked away as if he was paying attention to something else.

Oh, okay, so I slept since yesterday, no big deal. I pushed my body into full body force. Ima go take a walk and a bite to eat, I laid my arm on his shoulder to pull myself up and I gave him a peck on the cheek.

Ask Ferb to make you some food.

No, it's okay, I really want to take a walk. I looked down and realize I should probably change and take a shower.

Be careful. He said as he rubbed the side of my cheek and gave me a gentle smile.

Chapter 3

I stood in my bathroom. I was going to go to the cafe and meet Daniel. I pulled up my shirt and unzipped my jeans to pull them down as well as my undergarments. Walked into the shower and allowed the hot water to hit my skin. Rolled my neck back, side to side. Stretched my body, I was lying there for over half a day my body felt stiff. Rolled my shoulders back and washed my body down with soap and water, as I got to my arm I noticed I had a red dot on my arm. It looked like an injection entrance. I spotted a small almost green bruise on my forearm: he drew blood again. I wonder why he didn't tell me. I searched my body for anything I hadn't seen. Nothing stood out, I washed my hair quickly, got out and change into shorts and a blouse and took off. Took about 15 minutes to walk to the cafe and the glass building he had described. The building everyone knows as Glass I walked into the cafe and spotted the farthest table: one in the corner, next to a window. Sat alone for a few minutes staring at the clock against the window.

04:15 the clock read.

A girl came up wearing a black half apron.

Hi, would you like to order something? The young waitress not more than 25 asked.

Umm…I'm supposed to meet someone, he said to ask for Daniel and put it under his tab. I almost said it as a question.

She smiled, oh yes, he mentioned that. You're finally here. He should be here by now, don't worry about it. What would you like?

I wondered why she said finally, I licked my lips and ordered lemonade with ice.

A Few more minutes passed, I had my lemonade on the table.

Hey! a familiar voice said with excitement.

Daniel, hi. I smiled waited for him to sit.

He did sit, What have you been up to the past few days? he tried to ask nonchalant.

I could feel my forehead wrinkle a little, what a strange question.

Umm…I'm not too sure how to answer that, actually. But umm, well since yesterday that I saw you, nothing. I tried to laugh a little but failed to do so.

Ha, ha, ha. he said sarcastically, funny joke.

I stared at him blankly; I did not make a joke.

I don't get what's funny.

He stared at me a little more, I guess deciding whether I was joking or not.

Bay, we met on Tuesday night, it's Friday.

What? Friday? No, he must have been wrong. Maybe he was trying to play a joke. I looked at his phone as he showed it to me.

4:46 Friday

He wasn't lying, he wasn't making a joke, and my father was.

My father lied; he didn't tell me a damn thing. And I had no idea why. He hadn't mentioned the injections or blood draw or blood draws he'd done. But why? My father, the only parent I had since birth, my father? My loyal parent and companion, why? He didn't even mention it or my random injections and now I understood my day old bruise. Nothing made sense.

Bay, you okay? His voice suddenly sounded close, his expression was worried.

Yeah, I'm fine. I just lost track, I was helping my father on a project he has. I'm sorry. I smiled forcefully.

Oh I get that, don't worry about it. I thought I had scared you off, he laughed a little.

I smiled, and managed a chuckle, No, not at all.

Good. he gave me his bright comfortable smile.

We talked about food, music, books and dancing. He hates dancing because he can't, which I can't really either not that I ever had a chance to practice. He has read books but not many, and it's not really his thing. I've read every book I ever laid my eye on, forced by my father but I decided to not emphasize any of that, he liked all kinds of music except rap and country. He enjoyed Coldplay, which I did too, U2, Linking park, some Pink Floyd, classics, Mozart forced on my his father which was in my case too. And finally, food, he could eat anything and everything. He loved eating and ate a lot. I barely ever ate all my food, so we decided he could eat all my food that I'd leave. We laughed and just smiled at each other a lot. Never once had I connected with anyone like I felt this connection with him. It was sensational; my stomach was full of tingly feelings and I had no appetite, my heart beat faster as he asked me a question. At one point I spilled some water on the table and we both reached for napkins and touched unintentionally…It felt like my skin had goose bumps and it was sensational. I didn't want to leave, but hours passed without us noticing.

Want to take a walk? We've been sitting here for 3 hours, he chuckled.

Yes, let's go, my butt is numb. What? I can't believe I said that, my butt is numb? Why did I say that!

I hid my embarrassed face with my hand. He laughed so hard I felt my face heat up, I felt his hand touch mine, and he removed it from my hand.

It's okay, he smiled at me and everything felt fine.

He waved goodbye to the employees at the cafe while we headed out.

So where do you work, I asked.

He walked for a couple steps and stopped pointed to the left building: the Glass building. There? You said you work for your father?

We started walking again, Yep, he's Glass, Hugh Glass. he sounded disappointed. His mood always set down as he talked about his father so I decided to change it.

My father's lab is at our house, I only assist and he teaches me along sometimes, but mostly I read on them.

That's sweet that you work together like that. We passed a few stores: a clothing store, shoes, and a Chinese food restaurant. What year did you graduate?

Well, I graduated class '12. Which was true and untrue because I graduated high school at the age of 16 and then moved on to a university for 2 years and graduated in 2012, but I decided that was too much to explain right now.

Last year, so how old are you? 18? 19?

19, newly turned kind of. it was 2 months ago, my dad and Ferb took me out to eat and bought me a car in case I needed it.

Okay, birthday girl, we should celebrate!

No, it's passed. How old are you? Changing the subject quickly.

I am, 22. He raised his arms up to stretch, Class of '09,

Three years older, I'm not sure if I should be talking to some one so old. I joked.

Ha! I'm basically the equivalent to a cougar now.

We both laughed, Cougar?

I looked up at him, I was nervous; scared to be rejected and wanted to be loved. The skies were dark and cold. He walked me home.

This is your home? he pointed out, Your house is huge.

Thanks, I thanked him for walking me. I didn't know whether I should go in or wait or…I didn't want to leave. He began to talk, Maybe we could meet again, like officially, I'll pick you up and we can go to the beach, walk on the pier, eat, fish anything? he waited anxiously for my answer.

Yeah, we should. I tried to hide my smile but that was impossible, I smiled so great I probably looked like out of my own body. I walked down my driveway and couldn't look back because I don't think I'd come back in.

For a while there I had forgotten everything: my dad and his lies. I had forgotten it all until Ferb invited me downstairs to eat with my father. For a second I didn't want to go, but I had to. I made sure I wrote all this down.

Alle Codes sind nicht addieren. Hier herrscht nicht I wrote down what I heard him say. I went downstairs and sat down on my typical chair. There was linguini tomato pasta with chicken pieces mixed in and cheese, obviously, my pick. I was quiet at first, ate silently.

Is there something wrong? my dad's voice steered across the room. I paused for a minute, No. I managed a smile and looked up at him.

I was beginning to worry. he smiled back.

Dinner went on smoothly. I tried not to be too quiet to raise any suspicions, so I talked about what he loved best: his projects.

Chapter 4

We rode in the car smoothly almost arriving at the beach. The window was rolled down; my hair was flying everywhere but for some reason it was funny. He found me cute and adorable in some sort, the way he'd stared at me sometimes was a look I seen before. On my night walks, watching people have an actual life I would see couples kiss and the guy would see his girl in a way that was unexplainable; like no one else mattered, just them.

We finally arrived, immediately started walking on the pier. There were people everywhere but not nearly as much as I had seen before. He was funny, I noticed. He smiled a lot, only time I saw a flinch in his eyes were when his father would come up so I strayed away from bringing that up.

I don't even know your last name, he grabbed my hand.

It took me by surprise, but I allowed my hand to ease up.

Bay Fischer. We walked side-by-side holding hands.

Miss Fischer, nice meeting you.

Mr. Glass, I'm sorry I can't say the same.

Really now, damn that's cruel.

I smiled; I gently pulled my hand off his and walked ahead more. We were at the end of the pier now; I rested my arms on the rail.

What's wrong?

I didn't turn to him, instead I stared out to the wide and deep ocean far ahead. Water so deep and soothing, so much mystery…a little like me. My father isn’t telling me things now, or had he ever? Something is not right. I looked down at my forearm; I traced my bruise with my finger.

How did you get that? his fingers ran on