Project 43

Fear gripped my heart and tears burned my eyes from all the crying. I couldn't tell you how long I was in the bathroom when mom...

Well I guess she's not technically my mom?

I don't know I haven't opened up the case. What if I'm her embryo? I had to come from somewhere right? Maybe...

It was dark. We went to a place with giant golden yellow arches. I hadn't caught the name since I was so busy looking at... everything. People walking freely, colors, lights- chaos. It was just like TV. All I had seen before was green, buildings, eventually other cars and people driving in them.

This though is what I had been craving to see and while I was still mortified over everything going on- I had a good cry. Now I was able to really absorb everything without obsessing over...

The case is still on my bed. Mom's showering while I lay on my bed staring at it. These fries suck. Everything about this sucks.

But I guess it's better than whatever she took me from- right?

If I can't trust my parents...

But they arn't really my parents. She had said so.

sigh

If I didn't ache so bad I'd think I was dreaming.