Chapter Eight.

I turn in the rain to see him, the very man I had asked to come here. The only person to call me Rudina since I was found. To top it off, he was the last man I wanted to see, fucking Christian!

His hands are in his pockets as he carefully watches me, not making any sudden movements, the rain running down over his face as his eyes search mine. He repeats his words and yet I cannot find the right ones to reply, I wanted to tell him where to go, I wanted to tell him to fuck off and yet he was the only one to actually know who I am, to have a sense of the identity crisis that I seemed to be having.

I let the cold rain hit my skin without wiping it away. Looking up into the dark clouds, I could see that a storm was on its way, I could feel it. I knew others were watching me now, I could sense their eyes burning into me, probably wondering what mad cow would stand barefoot in the rain.

All my senses seemed so much stronger than normal, and I start shaking my head at Christian “Go away Chris