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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December 26, 1978 It's funny how fast your life can turn upside down. First, you wake up with no memory of who you are. Then, everyone lies to you about who you are. Your friend gets your neighbour killed. The only person who has ever told you the truth isn't who he says he is. Last but not least, you find out that the man who is responsible for all of this is your father. Although this discovery has me shell shocked, I don't feel sad like I normally do when I figure out someone has been lying to me. I feel enraged. So enraged, in fact, that I tore apart my entire bedroom. My chair leg is broken, my desk is flipped onto its side, the mirror that was above my dresser is now cracked, and my now bandaged hand is hurting like a mother fucker. I wish I could say that my injured hand was the reason I put my rampage on halt, but I can't, because the only reason I stopped was because the person living beneath me came knocking on my door, complaining. Just as I thought I was starting to get everything together, it all goes falling apart like a sandcastle when the tide comes in. Now that I've discovered my identity, it's time to get the hell out of dodge. First, I need to figure out how to break Henry out of there. It feels incredibly selfish for me to be leaving all of those children, but I'm tired of always putting myself last. Tired of facing the consequences from it. For the past hour I've been trying to divise a plan where both me and Henry get out without being caught. Everything I've come up with so far has had some sort of complication, and for this to work I need it to be fool proof. I'll run it by Henry tomorrow, but for now, I'm going to get myself some well deserved sleep. -Chrissy
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the throbbing pain coming from my hand.
I was severely dreading work today, and my hand was only a small reason why. I'm not calling in sick, either, because I have things to do today, people to break out.
Much to my dismay, I finally lifted myself from the bed, and began getting ready for work.
I walked into my bathroom and stared at my reflection for a moment. Christina Brenner... I don't feel like a Brenner at all. Not that I feel like a Morgan either, but the concept that my father is Martin Brenner himself is so bizarre. Why would he do this to his own daughter.
Shaking my head, I go on to brush my teeth, and do the rest of my routine.
After I finish putting my clothes on, I go back to look into the mirror. Today my uniform feels more restricting than usual. The collar on my white button down feels a little too tight, and the waist band of the matching white slacks feel way to scratchy. I pull on my collar a bit, attempting to loosen it up, before leaving the bathroom and making my way into the living room.
I grab my keys off of the kitchen counter before walking out of the door.
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The day seemed to drag on endlessly. I tried to distract myself by playing with Eleven, but the only thing I could think about was going over a plan with Henry and getting the hell out of here.
