Finding out who you are can be a scary journey...especially when you have no memory of who you are.
Elijah Morgan wakes up one day with no memory of who she is. The only things she knows about herself is what her coworkers at Hawkins Lab has tol...
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"What are you doing here?"
November 17, 1978, I write.
My name is Chrissy Morgan, I am twenty seven years old, and I work at Hawkins Lab. Two weeks ago today I woke up in a room that I wasn't familiar with no memory of who I was. Not knowing who you are makes you feel fake. Like you aren't real. Hawkins Lab isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes I will hear a scream and look at Michelle to see her going about her business like nothing happened. Like she's used to it.
I was currently sitting on the floor of the boiler room, journaling.
I've had a lot of emotions recently and no one to turn to about them, so I've decided to start journaling.
"What are you doing down here?"
My head shots up at the sound of being caught. I found myself looking at Peter Ballard.
We haven't talked at all since two weeks ago when I asked fourteen that question. We've only made brief eye contact in the hall ways.
"I needed to clear my head." I told him truthfully, closing my journal and setting it on my lap.
"What are you doing down here?" I turn the question around.
He looks away from me for a moment, looking at the wall furthest from him, "Same as you I suppose."
I nodded and leaned my head back up against the wall, "Is everything alright?"
He doesn't answer.
I continue, "You look upset."
His head snaps in my direction, "Well, I don't think it's really any of your business."
Dick.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to over step." I avert my eyes from him.
He continues to stare. Silence over takes us.
I'm about to get up and leave when he asks, "Why did you ask the question?"
"I already told you. You looked upset."
He shook his head, "No, a couple of weeks ago when you asked Fourteen why he was named that."
I furrow my eyebrows, confused as to why he wanted to know.
"I just thought it was a bit inhumaine. Makes the poor kid seem like a lab rat or something."
He laughed bitterly. "Lab rats, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
He tilted his head slightly, "You really have no idea do you?"
I shake my head, "What the hell are you talking about?"
