The Legacy of Ooze || MMPR

(8) Family Line

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"Oh, all that I did to try to undo it

All of my pain and all your excuses

I was a kid but I wasn't clueless

(Someone who loves you wouldn't do this)

All of my past, I tried to erase it

But now I see, would I even change it?

Might share a face and share a last name, but

(We are not the same)"

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Talking with Zordon didn't help as much as I hoped it would have. Actually, it left me feeling worse than before I opened my big mouth. Maybe I shouldn't have taken Kim's advice and talked to him.

I climbed off the cot and slowly started pacing around it as I ran my hands through my hair. So many questions were running through my mind and they were so loud that it felt like my head was going to explode.

Why didn't he choose me? Why didn't he want a better life for me? Why didn't he tell me who my mother was? Why did he force me into this life? Why did he become so evil? What did the world ever do to him that made him the way he was?

"Why wasn't I good enough?" I muttered as I continued pacing around the cot.

It had been a few hours since I had talked to Zordon and Adam, and yet every single one of their words stuck with me like I had just talked to them a second ago.

"Why did my father do this to me? What was so important for him to face that he had to abandon his only child?"

My life could have been so much different had my father loved and cared for me the way he should have. The least he could have done for me is allow my mother—whomever that may be—take care of me in ways he couldn't.

Why didn't she ever come looking for me? What was so great about her life that he abandoned me, too? What did I ever do to her? Why was it so hard to have someone in my life that would have loved me? What the hell did I ever do to deserve a life like this? Why was the universe shifting me in this direction?

I caught up in the moment and the feelings. I stopped my pacing and shoved the cot. It fell on its side with a soft thud. I covered my face with my hands and tried to suck in a deep breath, but every time I tried, it felt like the most difficult thing in the world to do. The room felt like it was closing in on me, yet I couldn't make my feet listen and move.

I stood there, feeling like the air was consuming me.

"Is everything okay?" Kimberly asked as she peeked through the curtain.

"Sorry..." I mutter, letting my hands fall back to my side.

I looked down at the cot that was lying on its side now. I sighed as I leaned over to pick it back up. As my hands met the fabric, Kim stepped into the room and helped me straighten the cot back out.

"You know, you don't have to deal with all of this alone." Kimberly says.

"How can I burden any of you with what I'm dealing with?" I ask.