4.
“Haley?”
Ugh, it’s her again, that so called Zan, the one who told me a make-believe story that half my family were dead.
The cheek of it!
Telling me a story that my family died! I actually cannot believe it.
She’s not my social worker.
Why would I need a social worker anyway? I mean, I’ve always been good in school and stuff, well not nerd as such but I’ve handed in my homework in time and stuff...why would I need a social worker?
I wouldn’t.
It’s a practical joke of course.
Or maybe it’s a dream.
Yes! Of course it’s a dream, I’m going to wake up any minute sweating or whatever, then I’m going to go back to sleep and wake up as normal like I do every other day of my life.
Without anyone being there.
Because no-one was there.
No-one was home.
No-one had been home for at least 2 days now.
Why?
I don’t know.
I DON’T KNOW.
I want to know.
I want to know where my family are.
Ok, ok, what was the last thing I could remember before waking up in this weird place?
Well, I remember waking to an empty house. I remember having one slice of toast. I remember not going anywhere near their bedroom doors, they were closed.
Why were they closed?
I remember crying in the shower the night before.
Why was I crying?
Did I know where why family had gone at the time?
Ugh, I’m getting too confused.
But I do know one thing.
This isn’t a dream.
“Meow”
That was our cat hephalump, don’t laugh ok? Megan named him. Poor Hephalump.
“What is it Heph?”
“Meow,”
“I can’t understand meow Heph, you speak cat whereas I speak human, English...”
“Meow”
“Meow”
Where was she, that woman, that Zan? Why didn’t she just tell what is going on so I can understand things?
Ugh.
So many questions.
But the most important one was the one that I didn’t like to think about.
Why can’t I move?
I opened my eyes and yet I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move my legs or arms, or the rest of my body either for that matter. I can’t remember anything except odd moments of my childhood, bits that aren’t important. I can’t remember where my family went. I had no idea who this ‘Zan’ was.
Life just doesn’t make any sense what so ever right now.
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love, always
JugendliteraturLife just doesn't make sence what so ever right now... Zan just makes it worse, i'm stuck here, and i don't even know where 'here' is, i can't move, talk, i haven't eaten in days. The worst thing is i can't remember anything other than pointless par...