Adrian
It wasn't my fault, you know. That i'm like this, that is. They said it was my fault.
"I was born."
I don't believe them. I think it's God's doing. It has to be because no human being with a heart coud've pulled this off. No matter how sick in the head, I just don't think someone could've done this. Deliberatly, that is. Maybe it wasn't deliberatly though. Maybe it was one big mistake and I got stuck with the consquences somehow. Mom and dad would eventually buy me out of this, and I'll be back in school before I know it.
I liked that idea.
You know what I don't like though? This blanket and how it barely reaches my waist. Not only is the blanket small, but its itchy, and scratchy against my skin. I want to rip it off and burn it, but I can't because they'll come in and do that thing with the needle again. So I'll settle for the itchy blanket and the idea of mom and dad coming too get me soon.
They're going to walk into that bulky door right there, with hugs and real food. Collin, Jamie, Brittany and all the rest of my friends will be there too. They'll ask me if I'm okay, and they'll tell me all about how they kicked those rotten scientist's asses to get here, and how they wished I was there to help. And my professer Mr. Smith will be there too to congragulate me on living through such a traumatizing event. And then they'll take me home and I'll be greeted as a hero and I'll carry on with my life like nothing happened, and Hannah was still alive.
I liked that idea too.
It wasn't my fault, you know. That i'm like this, that is. They said it was my fault.
"I was born."
I don't believe them. I think it's God's doing. It has to be because no human being with a heart coud've pulled this off. No matter how sick in the head, I just don't think someone could've done this. Deliberatly, that is. Maybe it wasn't deliberatly though. Maybe it was one big mistake and I got stuck with the consquences somehow. Mom and dad would eventually buy me out of this, and I'll be back in school before I know it.
I liked that idea.
You know what I don't like though? This blanket and how it barely reaches my waist. Not only is the blanket small, but its itchy, and scratchy against my skin. I want to rip it off and burn it, but I can't because they'll come in and do that thing with the needle again. So I'll settle for the itchy blanket and the idea of mom and dad coming too get me soon.
They're going to walk into that bulky door right there, with hugs and real food. Collin, Jamie, Brittany and all the rest of my friends will be there too. They'll ask me if I'm okay, and they'll tell me all about how they kicked those rotten scientist's asses to get here, and how they wished I was there to help. And my professer Mr. Smith will be there too to congragulate me on living through such a traumatizing event. And then they'll take me home and I'll be greeted as a hero and I'll carry on with my life like nothing happened, and Hannah was still alive.
I liked that idea too.