Diana was at home studying, but she couldn’t keep the visions she saw that night out of her head. Who was that girl who looked exactly like her? When was she that person? What had happened to her? The brunette went to her bathroom and took off her glasses and looked on the mirror, the pink hair and piercings were gone but it was still the same girl.
Diana thought about asking her parents, her father was a retired Normal agent and her mother was a typical stay-at-home housewife. Did they know what was done to her?
Then a disturbing thought occurred to her: were they her real parents?
She tried to push these intrusive thoughts away, she thought about calling Rick and going to the Normal to help stop these thoughts and feelings. But a small part of her mind that only recently surfaced screamed at her not to go back or contact anyone. Diana put her glasses back on and rushed to her phone and dialed Rick’s number, the call went to voicemail so she left a message,
“This is Lima 1-16, I…Ive been having these visions or dreams and… I uh—never mind… I uh have to go—“ she wanted to continue but the other, previously dormant personality, stopped her.
She threw the phone across her room and grabbed her cardigan and left to take a walk, maybe clear her head. Her mind was so scrambled that she didn’t button up her blouse all the was as usual and a stray hair was free from her tight ponytail.
Why did she not finish her message?
The answer slowly crept from the depths of her mind; the Normal had done something to her, some part of her knew this prim and proper life she lived was not her choice, she was made this way.
The brunette was so distracted by her thoughts that she ran into someone, sending her to the ground.
“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She said trying to retain her calm and polite mannerisms.
“Don’t worry about it, it was total my fault.” A voice said.
The girl was helped up and handed her glasses by the stranger.
She looked up to see…