myself. I had to memorize my face. , the face that still seemed so strange to me. I didn't want to talk yet. I would still memorize my voice, I thought to myself. I took things away from my body a bit so that I could see what I was wearing. I was wearing a torn brown T-shirt, dirty jeans, and a long necklace with a large pendant. A couple of large bruises adorned my arms, but I was not bleeding anywhere except my hand, of course. I changed quickly and left my old clothes on the bed, but I kept the chain on. I was a little confused about what to do and finally decided to go out and check out Kyle.I hesitated, but then opened the door to the room.
"What do you mean?" I heard a girl's voice say.
"I don't know why!" I heard Kyle say. I wondered if maybe they were talking about me.
“I don't know what's wrong with me either!” Kyle sounded worried. "I'm afraid to ask you about something that could hurt you! I don't even know your name!" So the conversation was about me. I went carefully to the top of the stairs so that I could understand them better.
"Come down!" Called the girl's voice. I stopped. A girl, or rather a woman, came in front of the stairs and smiled at me. "Yes, I mean you!"
I went down the stairs a little wobbly and stopped in front of her. She put her arm around my shoulder and accompanied me to the kitchen, which was not separated from the living room. She put me on a chair in front of the table. Kyle sat on the other side and smiled at me.
"Are you hungry?" The girl asked me and my growling stomach already answered the question. The girl laughed and Kyle quietly joined in too. I looked at him and tried not to remember the worry. As if on command, he put his hand on mine and whispered to me:
“Now don't worry, nobody's going to bite you.” It worked, strangely enough, I felt a lot better right away.
"Oh, you don't even know me. I'm Lucyanna, Kyle's older sister," said the girl and smiled.
"You don't have to stress that older!" Complained Kyle, but Lucyanna didn't mind. She just kept laughing cheerfully. I turned my head to her and looked at her for a while. She had dark, almost black hair and beautifully tanned skin. Her eyes were a nice caramel color and she was quite large. You could tell that she was older than Kyle, even though they were both the same size and she didn't look like an old lady, but there was something adult about her.Lucyanna rummaged around in the refrigerator, looking for something.
"You don't have to cook anything.", Suddenly a low, squeaky, slightly rough voice said from somewhere. Kyle and Lucyanna stared at me puzzled and that's when I realized that the insecure little voice was coming from me.
"Well, look at that. Somebody found his tongue again!", Lucyanna tripped. "I'll still make you something to eat. I can't starve you!" She kept looking for something and then began to prepare something. "What's your name anyway?" She asked as casually as possible. Tears slowly came to my eyes. I didn't know what to answer, I didn't know who I was. I looked down so no one noticed my grief, but before I knew it, Kyle was crouching in front of me and holding a shawl out to me.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Ann certainly won't mention it again," he said gently and glared at Lucyanna, which she didn't even notice. It was weird because I felt like Kyle knew before I did what I wanted to hear and what I didn't. I tried to pull myself together:
"It's okay," I said more to myself. Lucyanna put a plate with something fried and a fork in front of me. I didn't hesitate for a second and quickly devoured all of the food. After the whole plate was empty, Lucyanna took my hand and led me back upstairs to the same room. That had to be her room, I thought to myself. She took the covers off the bed, laid me down and covered me like her little daughter.
"Sleep well. If anything, me and Kyle are downstairs in the kitchen," she said in her soft voice and closed the door. I could no longer hear whether she was really going downstairs. I just closed my eyes and hoped that while I slept I would clear my head from the few thoughts I had left.


-------------------------------------So, that was my prologue first.
I will continue to work on the story and put it in as soon as possible.
I look forward to commissioners and suggestions for improvement.

And thanks to Xenia, who gave me the idea of ​​the story ^^

Kind regards, Anto.