Ta Touch is Bliss

Disclaimer: Not my characters.

Prologue ~ A gift from a friend

I walked up to the pretty white house with nothing but my backpack. I was scared and have been on the run since before I can remember. Then one day I met this pretty lady with red hair and blue skin, she was real nice to me and said she would take good care of me. She took me to get ice cream and everything telling me I was going to live with a friend of hers. She told me to always listen to her friend because this lady was real nice. Soon I find myself knocking on the door, before I could knock a second time the door opened up.

"Hello, Marie. My name is Irene. Won't you come inside?" she sounded really nice like the first one did. I looked over my shoulder one last time at the blue lady sitting in the car with the windows all pulled down.

"Hi, Irene." My voice was a little shaky but meeting all these new people was scaring me. I walked inside the pretty home, 'Soon ta be mah home' I thought to myself. Irene wore glasses and had a walking stick with her when she walked. She had short brown hair with a nice smile. She sat me down on her couch and asked if I wanted a drink.

"No." I said quietly, still so nervous. I looked down at the coffee table in front of me and I noticed a small black jewelry box. "Why do ya wear sunglasses insahde?" I looked at her, wondering. Irene sat down in the chair next to me and leaned toward me with her hands resting on her stick and her head resting on her hands.

"I wear sunglasses inside, Marie, because I'm blind and I want people to feel too uncomfortable when I face them. It doesn't bother me to talk about it at all, and if it's ok with you, I would like you to be comfortable here and stay as long as you like. Here, I have a gift for you. See the jewelry box on the table in front of you. Open it, it's for you. I had it made especially for you." her voice was nice and calming, almost like a momma would say to her child. I felt kinda stupid for asking a stupid question like that but it seemed to go away with the sound of her voice. I reached down and picked up the velvety soft box and opened it slowly. Inside was a beautiful silver bracelet where two sides came together in a point. I gasped at the beautiful quick silver as my hands shook to put it on. "It's made of silver and steal so it'll never break or loose it's shine. It's meant to remind you of good times when you need it. It's to help you even in the future." Even though her voice was like honey and milk, as soon as it was bent around my wrist a shadow of doubt began to set off an alarm in my head.

"Why are ya'll bein so nahce ta meh? Why are ya givin meh a home, food an' bein' nahce to meh? Ah mean Ah don' want ta be rude o' nothin' but what's the catch?" I have to admit I was getting a little suspicious...Alright I was really suspicious and I went and blurted it all out. But after having you own parents throw you out at 4 years old you begin to get suspicious with people who are acting all nice like.

A single tear fell down her face but she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. If I felt bad before for saying something I now felt like I'd been squashed by a car. 'Gosh, Marie, can ya do anythan' else wrong?' I thought to myself. I wanted to go bury myself alive, 'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid' I mentally slapped myself.

"Marie..." first of all my head snapped up to her voice, second she called my name, and third I wanted to see if my suspicions were right and she'd kick me out for hurting her too. When my momma kicked me out I couldn't look her in the eye and I always regretted not doing that. I wasn't about to let this lady, who I don't know, know that she was getting under my skin and not hold my head up for being thrown out for who I am. "Marie," Again with with the nicey nice voice. She ain't gonna make this easy foh meh is she?' "I am sorry for all the things that were done to you that would not let you trust me. I just want to give you a warm place to sleep, hot food to eat and if you'll let me...to be your friend. What happened in your past is in your past and I'll never pry into it. I just want to help you through life and take care of you." the first thought that popped into my mind was 'Wow, an' foh a change in pace Ah'm wrong again. Tha's 0 foh 3.' now I was feeling the lowest of the low.

"Ah'm sorry, Irene. Ah...Ah want us ta be friends. Its real nahce of ya'll ta let meh live here with ya...and Irene?" I raised an auburn eyebrow at her.

"Yes?"

"The name's Rogue. Marie is in mah past an' that ain't meh no more. Just forget about it an' Ah will too, okay?"

"Okay, Rogue, you're right. But, hey, you want me to show you your new room?" she gave me a smile that would help me through the beginning of hardest times of my life.

"Sure, Irene. Thanks a lot." I gave her a rare smile.

But little did I know that my past was not going to die but just be buried and filed away for future bitterness. Every now and then I still had a dream where I could actually have a normal childhood with my real parents. But when the morning came and I wake up I would find that that's all they were and ever will be...dreams.