Roswell New Mexico, June 1985
I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, but there’s a problem with that, I don’t remember the beginning. I vaguely remember the crash
in 1947. I lost most of my memories in the crash and I only remember parts of my life on that other planet. Sometimes in my dreams I catch a glimpse
of my other life, but the memory fades the more that I am awake. I wish I could sleep more. All I know for certain is that I am different and I have
never told Matthew this, the man to whom I am married.
I met Matthew in 1980, in Roswell New Mexico. It had been 38 years since the crash, and I hadn’t aged a day. This disguise that I wear is for
protection. I don’t want to end up on a gurney somewhere under the knife of the Military Surgeons. I sort of remember being “fitted” for this
protective skin before we boarded the ship. I remember hurling towards the Earth, stars and debris were whisking past the windows of the ship. Yevlin
had trouble slowing the ship down, that’s why we crashed that night in the desert. He should have begun the deceleration process as soon as we
reached the Earth’s atmosphere, everyone might have survived had he followed the rules.
Deskis should have been the Pilot, he was my husband on that other planet. I don’t remember him very clearly or the protective skin he was given
before the Launch. I only know his energy. The few of us who survived the crash fled the ship before the Air Force came and cleaned up the debris.
Deskis, was one of the four taken away by the Military, probably cut up, experimented on and placed on display somewhere. I stopped feeling his energy
in 1959; I knew that he was dead. It still breaks my heart when I think of him.
Rose saved my life. I give her all the credit in the world for what she did for me. A human, her ranch was a few miles from the crash site. I hid in
her shed for about a week until she found me. I ate vegetables from her garden, and drank water from the creek that ran down her property. Before we
left our planet we received strict instructions to keep this body hydrated. Why? I don’t know. Probably because it’s easier on the organs when we
shape shift; I haven’t done it in years. I don’t even know if I could do it if I tried.
Rose died of Ovarian Cancer when she was 53, in July 1979. I tried to heal her, to fix her, to take her pain away. She had done so much for me. I
believed I could heal her but our planet does not have Cancer, and I had no previous training in killing the disease. I used to be so good at healing;
I was what you would a “Holistic Practitioner”. Energy: The source of all things Life. The day I laid my hands on her, was the day I told her my
secret. She never told a single soul, I trusted her with all my heart. I miss her very much.
She had spoke of Matthew many times before, her ex-husband’s son from another marriage. And although I lived with her for 32 years, I never met him.
He was a hot-shot Neurologist in New York, Roswell was simply too small for him. I met him at her funeral, he was tall and handsome. Three years
later we were married, and he moved back to Roswell, where we live in Roses’ house. It kills me to sit in this house without her. She knew my
secret; it was such a relief sharing this secret with someone.
“What do you want for Valentines Day Julia?” I hate it when he calls me that.
“Oh you know me, I’m not big on these corporate Holidays.”
“Don’t give me that. When a woman says she doesn’t want anything it usually means she does.” I’m not a regular woman Matthew.
“No honey, it’s fine. I don’t need anything.”
“Well I didn’t ask you if you needed anything.” He was nibbling at my ears now. I don’t know why humans find that pleasurable.
“I need to go to the grocery store. We’re out of eggs.” I pulled away from him. I don’t know what’s going on with me, I feel so empty.
I grab my car keys and my purse. “I’ll be home in an hour.”
“Okay. I love you.”
I close the door and lock it behind me.
The grocery store is quite small, with only a few aisles of produce. I head to the dairy section and grab a carton of eggs. I know most of the people
who work here, but I don’t consider any of them friends. We’ve had Beth and her husband over for dinner a few times.
“Hi Julia! I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you doing?”
“Oh not too bad, just busy with the garden is all.”
She rings my eggs through the till and invites me to a ladies night of drinks. I suppose I could fit in age wise with her crowd but I decline the
offer anyway. I don’t know how I’m going to “age”. I might try and add some grey into my hair with one of those boxed dyes, but I’m scared
the chemicals might affect this body somehow. I can’t risk something going wrong. I can’t keep looking young. Everyone always asks me what I use
on my face that keeps it so smooth. I tell them: good old fashioned homemade soap and water. They never believe me.
I wave goodbye to Beth and unlock my car, which is parked right out front the double doors. There is that feeling again. What is that?
an energy around me, but I see no one on the street. I get in the car, and turn the key. I drive in the direction of the farm, trying to shake the
feeling that has taken over my body. My knees are shaking, and my arms are unsteady. Only a few more miles to go…
Matthew is sound asleep, but I keep tossing and turning. I can’t get comfortable, and I’m not tired. I’ve never been one to sleep for 8 hours,
apparently humans need that. Usually after 5 hours, I’m well rested. Restless, I get out of bed, careful not to wake Matthew and decide to make
myself a tea and watch some TV; a novelty human’s enjoy that I will never understand. The blue sofa is the same one when Rose lived here. I remember
her lying here, while I tried to heal her. I decide to sit in the red recliner instead. Flipping through the channels, I stop on the local news. About
the same time, our telephone rings, an annoyance more then anything. I pick up the phone and it’s our neighbor Jennifer down the road.
“Julia, Something big has just happened! Ralph saw something flashing through the sky! Did you hear that loud noise?”
“What loud noise?”
“It sounded like a huge bang! Ralph is headed out to the property lines to look around! I thought maybe Matthew might want to go take a look around,
Ralph says he saw something fall out of the sky near our fence.”
I tell her that I’ll send Matthew out, but I actually have no intention of doing so. I go back to our room and pull on some sweatpants, a sweatshirt
and grab a flashlight. I shouldn’t be walking around the desert at night time alone, but I want to know what this is. If it is another crashed
…I don’t finish the thought.
There is nothing on our land, but as I near the end of the property lines, I can see large puffs of smoke trailing off into the sky. Ralph has his
flashlight walking up and down his own land; he is a fair distance from me. I turn off my flashlight and decide to walk a little further, just to take
a look and see what is burning. After another hundred meters, over the hill, the smell hits my nose. I know instantly that this a spaceship is
burning. My mind fills with memories of our crash, the metal hot on my skin, and the smell of burning flesh. I need
to get to that ship.
Someone like me could be hurt.
As I near the crash site, the same feeling of energy sweeps over my body. I recognize that energy. I know that energy. Within a few feet I can see
that there are “people” trying to get out, and trying to put out the fire. It won’t go out. I stand to the side a little longer before one of
them sees me, and starts to run in the other direction. The rest of the occupants follow. I stand fast, resisting the urge to tell them that I can
help them. They’re probably terrified. They don’t know that I am like them. Instead, I send a ball of light energy through the palm of my hand up
into the air a few feet, hoping to catch the attention of one of them with this peace offering. One of them looks my way, and matches my light energy;
it’s hovering above my head. I catch it, and it absorbs into my palm. I whisper, but they can’t hear me.
One of them comes towards me, his hand extended. The rush surrounds my body, and I know in an instant that it is Daskis. I extend my hand back, and
for a moment, I am lost in his glowing blue eyes. I take his hand, and in a moment our minds are connected. I can hear him thinking, and he can hear
me. He’s telling me that he has come for me. I tell him that I can’t leave. He is hurt by this, and his eyes grow dark. He asks me why, but I
can’t give him an answer.
The other occupants have fled into the desert, with supplies they were able to salvage from the ship. I ask him why he doesn’t follow. He tells me
that they are destined to run, and he is destined to stay. I don’t know what to tell him. I love him so much, and it burns my insides. I have so
many questions for him, and I need him to answer them.
He follows me back to the farm, and I tell him that he can stay in the Shed. I will bring him food in the morning, and we will talk more; after
Matthew goes to work. I tell him that I am living with a human. He has so many questions for me, but I ignore them. I bring him some clothes before I
go into the house, alone.
In the morning Matthew kisses my cheek as he dresses for work. He’s wearing a black suit with an awful red satin tie. I kiss him back, and for a
moment I wonder if I’ll ever see him again. I wonder if I want to see him again. He leaves for work, and as soon as I am sure he has left the
driveway, I leave for the shed.
Daskis is sitting on a box waiting . I can tell he hasn’t slept all night. He hugs me and for the first time in a long time, I feel at home.
Edit: Tense for Continuity.
[edit on 1/29/2009 by CA_Orot]