hidden face

Hello, I will not tell you my name, or show you my face. I don't know you and you won't know me. Trusting is hard. I have had an easy life. Showing my face, just makes me nervous. The reason why I won't tell you my name, is because I don't know it myself.


4. Hidden Face Chapter Four

"Do you ever tell anyone your name? You seem like the type of person to not let anyone in, or maybe you just don't know your name." It was said so softly, almost a whisper but not quite.

"I was abandoned as a child and was never told my name. I go by whatever I'm called by. Most of the time it isn't polite. Sometimes I wish I knew my name, but I don't. It's just something I have to deal with. Although I wish someone would or could give me a name, I don't show it. I keep it inside as a secret."I said gently. The expression on her face didn't change at all. She looked like she had a thought she didn't like. It was almost a look of disgust. She looked around, then looked to me.  "Maybe we can give you a name. Like something you'd enjoy, we just have to think of something. We can do it together." She said it so firmly. I felt like a bother.  "You'll help me? I don't really want to sound needy." I said quietly. I really didn't want to bother her with my problems. "You're not a bother. There isn't one thing wrong with needing help. Some people just don't offer the help." She said it softly, but still firmly.  "Doesn't everyone need help at one time or another?" I said simply.  "Yes that's true," Her tone had changed. "some people can get over their problems in a short time, while others can never get over their problems. I believe that this problem is only temporary, I'll do what I can to help." 

The words stuck in my head like a magnet to a refrigerator. Simple words, with big meanings, and a large impact. Big meanings hat are so hard to find.  "How long do you honestly think my problem will last?" I asked with almost no confidence. I was quite curious to know her answer. Her face, lightened by the harsh sun, looked flaw full. Although she is a beautiful girl.  "Some people never get help," she sounded hesitant to say it. "It's hard telling how long. I can and will help as much as I possibly can." I began to think of the world without sleeping on cracked concrete, or getting stepped on during my sleep, a world I'd love. I must've been to slow to respond, because she stated speaking again.  "Okay, look, I have an extra bedroom that you can use for a couple days, maybe even a week." She said gently.  "If you aren't sure about it, it's okay." I said. I didn't want her to feel like she had to do it. She should want to not need to, but I like how it sounded. Living indoors is what I want.  "I don't feel like I have to. Remember that I've been here before too. I want to do this. You're a great person, I already know, and I wouldn't mind having you around. You know that there is hope and I'm trying to give you more of it, after all you let me sleep next to you." She giggled after saying the last part.  "If you feel the need to, then okay." I said it as calmly as I could.  "I'll be right back." She said to me. It took about ten minutes, but she came back holding a few boxes. She sat them next to me and I looked at her confused. "You're coming with me, so begin packing."  I looked at the boxes and smiled at her. I then began throwing everything into the boxes. Three out of the five boxes were filled to the top. She decided to call a taxi to get us there faster. It took about five minutes to get to her house. The house was breathtaking. The roof was grey, the house itself being tan, and the door was red. I looked over to see the most beautiful thing of all. 

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