Why am I me? I am confused why I have to keep this secret from him, and everybody else that asks me where I go during full moons, or why I always act like I'm hiding something. I am in a state of frustration, and confusion. My thoughts always seem to bursts out of me at this time of night. It's like my bed sheets have some power that makes me think about everything bad happening to me. Everything makes me think about my mom, and my poor dad who has to put up with me every second of the day. Why did she have to die and leave me here? Why can't I know why she died?
My dad always keeps secrets about my mom from us. A child should know why her mom died. Its an obligation. On top of that, Damian is a complicated person. I want to tell him my secret so badly, but it would put him in danger. I can't have my boyfriend of three years in danger because of me. I just can't. I have so many questions that can't be answered and I hate it. I miss my brother. Why did he have to go to college? My annoying seven year old little sister never shuts up, and that drives me crazy. I just want to be a normal girl. Well, every one thinks I am, but they don't know my secret. They do not know the real Adrienne Belle Johns.
I really want to read your short story! I have a hunch as to what is going on, but I would really like to find out the full story. Keep up the good blogging!
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