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Lucy's return
By QModo
--
Note to readers, don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is rough.
This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be
inferred or expected.
Copyright... are you kidding?
--
A bunch of kids from summer camp had an out day. That's two busses full of
kids and some ten counselors. That was as simple as two miles hiking. The
path went along the Appalachian Trail. They started at Katahdin stream
campground and went to Katahdin stream waterfalls. Later they came back to
the campground were coaches were parked. That's really nothing fancy. The
trail those two miles to the waterfalls isn't steep. The real climb to
Mount Katahdin starts at waterfalls. Many schools and camps were bringing
their kids here all over the summer.
This time the girl was lost. Counselors didn't know when and where they
had lost the kid. They found it out after they counted their campers while
boarding the busses. One kid was missing. That was Lucy Evert 14-year-old
graduate of Lewiston Middle School.
Forest rangers got the news at 3 PM not too much time to the dusk. The day
was August 16th and the nights in the mountains were already chilly. Add
to this the forecast of drizzle for the upcoming ten days. There was no
mobile phone coverage some twenty miles behind Millinocket. The kid's
phone was useless.
She could be lost somewhere in the narrow strip between the trail and the
stream. It could be that she wasn't careful near the stream and fell into
the water. Or the girl could go South-East from the trail. That was miles
and miles of Great North Woods without roads. An inexperienced person
could go astray and wander there for days and months. If only they
survived.
--
All rangers from Sherman were directed to Katahdin stream campground for
Lucy Evert rescue operation. I was assigned the edge of old clear-cut two
miles to the East from the campground. There was a service road alongside
the clear-cut edge and territory was within sight. Another ranger, Kevin,
was at far North-East edge of the clear-cut. He was monitoring the same
territory from another angle.
Usually, when I was not alone I was paired with Kevin. Years ago I wanted
to work and to live in solitude. So I became a forest ranger and came to
Sherman. I wanted it to be as far away from parents' home in Chicago as
possible. Not that my parents were bad people. I was different. I knew it
from the age I got to know the difference between the boys and girls. I
knew I wasn't the boy. Everyone around me knew I was. My parents with
doc's help did everything to straighten me. Already in the Middle School,
I was made into almost six feet. I tried to end my misery but failed.
Maybe I wasn't so desperate still.
I was in the Maine Forest now. Sometimes I was alone like today but mostly
paired with Kevin. He was a sort of a man I wanted to escape while moving
here. Kevin wasn't bad. He's just misogynist. I was sentenced to listen to
his jokes about dumb blondes and busty nurses. Non-stop.
It was 6 PM and I knew the dusk was nearing faster than I wanted it
especially because of overcast. There was no way for us to see the kid
after the sunset.
I was getting nervous. I repositioned my Silverado to keep the service
road free and not in the bushes to have some clearing at my door. I used
that clearing now exiting the car to take a leak. I was back and was about
to climb in the car again. It's when I noticed something very unusual
mirrored in Silverado's side windows. There was the bush and in the bush,
there was a door. It seemed like an old plank door of pigsty or hut. I
turned around to investigate it and there was no door. I turned back to
face the car and there was the door mirrored in the glass. I turned, again
and again, there was no door but it was here when I was looking at the car
side window.
I tried another approach. I was still facing a car side window and slinked
backward nearer the door. When I was close enough I tried it with my hands
and it was real, hard and coarse as it was old planks. Keeping my hand on
it I turned as fast as I managed to do it and there was no door and my
hand wasn't touching anything.
I tried again. There was an old rusty handle. Still facing the car I tried
the handle and it turned and the door cracked open away from me. I
couldn't see anything behind the door crack. I opened the door and still
keeping the handle in my hand I stepped back in something that was behind
the door.
I was still in the same place but the car was gone. As there was no car
with side windows mirroring there was no door anymore.
The first thing I felt was cold. It was a painful cold from inside as if
emanating from the middle of my bones.
I looked around and everything seemed the same as it was before. But it
wasn't. My car was gone as well as Kevin's car. There was a radio in the
car. Good, I had Iridium so I reached to my jacket pocket for it and here
I found I wasn't I and I had no sat phone. I looked down at myself and
most probably I was a girl or woman. Because there were red shorts and
some tights or pantyhose underneath. On top, I had a tee and jacket with
buttons on the left and straps of a backpack. The backpack was a miniature
one. There I found a half-pint bottle of Poland water. Her Smartphone was
turned on in power saving mode but no signal. There were tissues, another
unopened pack of tissues, tampons, and a wallet. In the wallet, there was
some cash and Lewiston city library reader's card.
According to the library card, my name was Lucy R. Evert. I was the
missing girl. Well... If I was missing why there were no rangers here?
Rangers could give me a ride.
I checked the Smartphone again and no there was no signal. The time was
5:37 PM and the date was... August 20. Oh shit! It was four days after I
stepped through that mysterious door. No wonder there were no rangers.
They probably assumed the girl was dead.
It was SO COLD... Maybe I was dead? Maybe it was cold because I was dead?
I had to start moving. I had to go to the campground. It wasn't such a big
problem for the old me. I knew this forest and I didn't need a compass to
navigate in it. The problem was I barely moved and I was cold.
Almost at the same instant I started moving to the West I heard the truck
coming and moments later I saw it emerging. There was a ranger behind the
wheel. Thank God, not Kevin, I thought to myself. It was Josh from Baxter
Park. He noticed me and immediately hit the brakes. The truck stopped and
Josh jumped out and ran to me.
"Lucy? Lucy Evert?" he inquired excitedly. I nodded. I wasn't. The name
was on the card. Here at this very moment, it dawned on me that I didn't
need to fight for myself. There was the ranger, he will help. I relaxed
and I... I fainted.
--
I woke up in the bed under the tiny blanked. It was still cold. On both
sides of the bed, there were teal-colored hospital curtains here. I heard
muffled voices.
"... brain signals are normal but we can't check the brain functions when
she's unconscious. She was in cold for so long that her brain and other
vital organs were all supercooled. Her temperature is still in the
eighties. Brain and heart may be affected by so low temperatures."
"Affected how?"
"We don't know. I'm sorry but..."
"You've said signals are normal then..."
"Signals don't show memory. She may be like a newborn or..."
It was so cold I tried to tuck myself in the blanket. I probably made some
sounds. The curtain was torn to the side and there was a doctor in scrubs
the same teal color as the curtain and a woman. I could say there was a
resemblance between Lucy's photo on the library card and this woman.
"Lucy! Oh my! Lucy..." the woman started. "Do you hear me? Lucy! Answer
me, please! Oh God... Lucy, please..."
"I..." It was the first time I tried to talk in this body. I sounded like
a stranger to myself. Add to this that terrible cold and pain everywhere.
"I'm cold..."
"Lucy! Oh God, Lucy, talk to me, please..."
As an adult, I could understand Lucy's mom's agitation. But how had I to
act? I was in Lucy's place now but I didn't know anything about her. I
recognized Lucy's mom because of resemblance. What will I do next? I
looked pleadingly at the doctor. He was perceptive enough to understand
that with mom here we'll get into an impasse. Another doctor and the nurse
showed mom to another room.
"How do you feel?" Doc asked.
"I'm cold." I had said it already, didn't he understand? He switched
something at the head of the bed.
"You'll get warmer shortly," he said. "Do you know who you are?"
"Lucy Evert."
"Very well. What day is today?"
"Twenty-something of August."
"Where you are?"
"In the hospital I guess."
"What town?"
"I don't know."
"What school do you attend?"
"I don't know."
And so it went on and on "I don't know," to any his question. He proved I
wasn't a veggie but not so far from it. Then something he had turned on
started heating. I was warmer but my body's reaction was shaking. I
couldn't speak anymore while my teeth were rattling. Then I was getting a
little warmer at last and I was so sleepy I couldn't concentrate on what
was going around me. I was sound asleep shortly.
--
I was in pain but I wasn't cold anymore. I cracked my eyes open and there
I was in the hospital bed and the woman Lucy's mom was sitting in a chair
at my side. She looked at me and smiled.
"Feeling better sweetie?"
"It's not cold anymore," I said. I didn't say about pain. I didn't want
her to worry too much. Doc or nurse will come so I'll say them.
"Doctor said to do not torment you with questions."
"It's ok I guess," I replied. "I don't remember much. I don't remember
what happened before I'd woken up. I'm sorry."
I was really sorry. I'd so much dreamed about becoming a girl. How I'd
live the happy life of the girl in the family. Now I was a girl and
probably could be happy. But I wasn't because I had no memories of growing
up, attending school, my friends and relatives. I was like a veggie. And I
was dropped on my mom's head like such. It made me so upset. I mean really
upset. The only advantage was I could express my emotions now. I didn't
need to suppress my feelings anymore. At last, I could be myself and not a
sturdy man. I couldn't keep from tears flowing down my face.
"I can't remember," I sobbed. "I've lost my previous life. I've lost your
daughter."
In the same instance, I was in mom's arms. She was rocking me gently. She
brushed the hair from my face and then patted some tissue in my eyes.
"I'm thankful to the Lord you're back. Nothing else matters. We get over
this hurdle together."
--
It didn't take long for my health to return to the norm. My memory was
excellent. It was tested all possible ways and I was showing superb
results. I was tested academically and I proved I was the same A student
as I was before. But I didn't remember my teachers or my fellow classmates
or relatives or my home. I did remember my old self Bob Goretzki. But I
couldn't say a word from his past if I want to get out of the hospital
ever.
There was nothing left for me to do in the hospital. I was released home.
What it would be? There was only mom coming to visit me. Were there my
siblings? Was there my dad? Mom didn't say and I didn't ask. Every proof
of my ignorance was as painful as the needle under the fingernail for mom.
The city was Lewiston. It wasn't some small rural town as I had imagined
before. We went to a suburb area that was dominated by old trees, turned
some and got to the dead-end street. Not far from the end there was my new
home - a rather small two-story house with attached garage. I liked the
trees around.
Mom showed me into my room on the second floor. On the same floor there
was another bedroom mom said was previously Brian's and now was reserved
for guests. She didn't say who Brian was. The master bedroom was on the
first floor. She led me to her room where we found a man in his late
forties in a wheelchair with headphones on doing something at PC. That's
why he didn't hear when we came home. So that was my dad! Mom patted his
shoulder and he took headphones of turning wheelchair to face us.
"Oh Lucy!" he opened his arms for an embrace. The smile cracked his face
and then tears started streaming down his cheeks at the same time.
I fell on my knees at the side of his wheelchair for the hug. He was
kissing my forehead and my hair and patting my back.
"Thanks, Lord, you're back. Thanks, Lord... We wouldn't survive another
loss."
--
All three of us needed a lot of patience to rebuild the family. There had
happened a lot of some nasty things here. I had to figure it out. I had to
listen and remember. Piece by piece I got to know Brian was my older
brother. Three years ago dad and Brian with Dad's friend and his son went
for hunting. While chasing their game they got into the stream and as it
was the week before Halloween they were cold. For warmth, they had some
whiskey. Later they had a little more of it. As usually are in such cases
they were sure they were good to drive. Dad was the only one who survived.
The only good thing was that not Dad was driving.
--
The next day after I'd come home I went to school. I'd gone through a lot
of tests and I was assigned to the ninth grade as it was planned before.
There had to be some students who were with Lucy in her old school. By the
behavior of others, I understood that Lucy was an outcast. No worries
here, I was used to it in my previous life.
As Bob, I was over six feet and about two hundred pounds due to my
parents' forcing me into manhood using DHT shots. I was something
different now. I was five-seven and ninety-six pounds. I was rather flat
and showing no curves.
Guess what? Girls are bullied the same as boys. Snide remarks and
'accidental' shove into the locker or books falling on the floor. I had
this before. But I had practiced the response. Yes, I was half of my old
self, but I had the resolve, impetuosity, and proficiency of more than ten
years of fighting back.
The bullying stopped but I still had no friends. Only after Halloween,
there was no more evident hostility. Some girls and later boys were
answering to my 'Hi' and were returning my smiles.
--
After the New Year, I was accepted into the group of another three girls.
We were more in studying than in anything else like boys or... boys. We
were not endowed with feminine curves so it was made simpler to study and
to be together.
The same way at home I was a chance to start new relations. With me being
literally a tabula rasa to build the family anew was the only possibility.
This ended with the renewal of their vows in March during the twentieth
anniversary of their marriage.
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