Who are you?

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I smell hand sanitizer. I feel pain in my wrist. I try to open my eyes, but the light is too bright. 

"FRIDAY, lower the lights." I hear someone say. The voice sounds familiar, but I can't place it. The lights dim, and I open my eyes. A man, wearing a suit and sunglasses, stands in front of me.

"You scared us, kid." The man says. I stare at him blankly.

"Where am I?" I ask, my voice hoarse and scratchy.

"MedBay." The man replies.

"Where?" I reply, confused.

"The hospital in the Tower." He sighs. I nod, not quite sure what the Tower is.

"Wh-what happened?" I stutter. The man takes off his sunglasses.

"You seriously don't remember?" He asks, seeming shocked.

"No... I'm sorry." I apologize, feeling bad because I don't know.

"Gosh, kid. Don't apologize. It isn't something you need to worry about. You got hurt. That's all. I probably should tell Bruce you are awake." The man says.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask, because this man seems like he likes me.

"You just did. Sure, kid, go ahead."

"Who are you?"




AN

Dang! I am so sorry everyone. I promise I don't hate her. I love her. I love you, too.


I am so lonely....

Guys I am so happy though

I met my favorite band, Willow City!

(I know, you haven't heard of them. Look them up please! My favorite song is either Hometown Sign or Everybody Falls. Listen to them and comment your thoughts)

Anyways, I got them to sign my shirt and also they autographed a page in my journal

I am so happy y'all

In bad news

I'm kinda being bullied by some girls in my youth group

I'm gonna talk to a leader tomorrow


Stay safe, Use your head, and speak up

love you

marvelsgal3000

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