I stared at my father bewildered and about to trip over the edge. What did he mean no one knows mother is my mother? What does that have to do with me? Does that mean I am a half talent? What would the punishment be if the Facility found out? Why didn't mother and father tell me about this before? Has everything they told me been a lie? What does this mean for me?
I felt mother's hand rest on my shoulder, I tensed against her touch. "Dear, please calm down. I am your true mother." She began softly. "But to anyone else and the Facility I am just your caretaker and your father adopted you as an infant."
"T-then what are you mother?" I asked her, the numbing feeling slowly creeping up my body. I looked at her feeling myself grow weary.
"The Facility doesn't allow my kind here much less let anyone speak of us." She spoke slowly. "They say we are dangerous with this 'instinct' we have. We call it 'another self', everyone has it even those that work in the Facility themselves but they grew up not knowing it and subconsciously lock it away. But us Rebels, the another self is strongly bonded into our blood and bones."
Rebels? Mother is a Rebel? That means I am half. And this....this.... Another self is what the black outs are, the thing in me that hurt my friends and could hurt more, many more.
"Honey, listen." Mother's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "The another self is apart of us, our stronger selves and bottled emotions. It also has it's own mind and personality, something that only comes out when there is something you can't deal with on your own or when your in trouble. Some of us embrace our other self and cooperate together in our single body or fight over control and destroy ourselves slowly." Her eyes bore a mournful look brimming with tears. "Your father and I hoped you wouldn't have to go through it as you grew up and there were a few signs showing that you were but what we wished blinded us from it and now you hurt someone because we didn't get you out soon enough. I'm so sorry Eddward." Her arms wrapped around me tightly muttering her apologies into my shoulder. Father stood his face hidden in his palm possibly trying to think of something to help. I just sat there, numbness taking over me when I am well aware that I should be calming my mother and trying to swallow down my panic.
Sleep, just rest and everything will be okay.
Who....?
Don't worry, just sleep.
I let my eyes shut meaning to blink but I did not see anything after the darkness hit.
