Please help…I don’t know where to go
I survived the crash.
I don’t remember much after. The whispers of the shadows moving around my bed blurred together into a sickly haze. If I tried to raise my head to see what was going on, I’d have time to process a sting in my wrist before I was dragged back under into the dark.
After who knows how long, they woke me. Showed me what they did. Said I was lucky.
Now, I almost wish I hadn’t been.
My family…no. I don’t want to think about that.
Well, they don’t want me. Nobody wants me now. All it took was a few metal plates, and suddenly I’m a monster with nowhere to go.
Yes, it would be better if I wasn’t lucky.