Post by mouse on May 15, 2009 13:29:18 GMT -5
How can I know who to trust now?
My mom told me that my father died when I was only six months old, even though she kept one of the biggest things in my life from me, I still love her, and would do anything to protect her.
My sister isn't my father's child, I've always known that, but to know that she isn't even my mother's, but my aunt's also makes me a little weary. My sister has always known, but she never told me, she said that she was told not to.
My dad, my dad where to begin. He's what some people would consider a monster, the living dead, he drinks blood to survive, and is indestructible. He says this path in life has been chosen for me, that he couldn't contact me until my path down his way of life was started. I don't understand, how can I be human yet the walking dead.
I mean I guess I always knew always wanting to eat meat as rare as I could get it, always hungry yet nothing seemed to satisfy that hunger, the sun had always hurt my eyes, always ahead in school there was nothing I didn't pick up fast, and computers and other technology are like opened doors for me. My father says that's a gift of mine understanding and controlling technology.
But all this makes me wonder if I was the only one who hadn't know of what I really was all these years. Even people from my school knew what I was, then again they were just like me until they turned sixteen, but they only aged a year more, now stuck at seventeen forever. Isn't that every woman's wish to be unhumanly beautiful and human forever? I guess my way of thinking is screwed up or maybe it just takes time to get used to the idea, but I know that now my life is never going to be the same again.
My mom told me that my father died when I was only six months old, even though she kept one of the biggest things in my life from me, I still love her, and would do anything to protect her.
My sister isn't my father's child, I've always known that, but to know that she isn't even my mother's, but my aunt's also makes me a little weary. My sister has always known, but she never told me, she said that she was told not to.
My dad, my dad where to begin. He's what some people would consider a monster, the living dead, he drinks blood to survive, and is indestructible. He says this path in life has been chosen for me, that he couldn't contact me until my path down his way of life was started. I don't understand, how can I be human yet the walking dead.
I mean I guess I always knew always wanting to eat meat as rare as I could get it, always hungry yet nothing seemed to satisfy that hunger, the sun had always hurt my eyes, always ahead in school there was nothing I didn't pick up fast, and computers and other technology are like opened doors for me. My father says that's a gift of mine understanding and controlling technology.
But all this makes me wonder if I was the only one who hadn't know of what I really was all these years. Even people from my school knew what I was, then again they were just like me until they turned sixteen, but they only aged a year more, now stuck at seventeen forever. Isn't that every woman's wish to be unhumanly beautiful and human forever? I guess my way of thinking is screwed up or maybe it just takes time to get used to the idea, but I know that now my life is never going to be the same again.
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