You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Oh Murder

I looked around. I'm somewhere with a lot of white, and it's hurting my eyes.

"Where am I?" I ask myself.

"Push me higher!" I hear a child giggle.

I turn around and there my past self is. Playing on the swings, not caring about the future. I smile.

"Mama, who's that?" past me asks as they point in the direction I'm standing in

"Who, honey?" My mother asks. 

"That man standing over there? In the white room." Her words sound just like a baby speaking them. I was only five back then. Or eight. I think eight. 

"I don't see a white room, or a ma-"

I interrupt my mother with, "I'm Lee."

"See, he spoke!"

"**** come on, let's go home." My mother shooed her over to her.

I looked down. I was so oh so sad of what I was about to do to that poor innocent girl.

I stepped out of the white box, and walked over to past me.

"See, he's right there!"

"Hon, I don't see anyone."

I brought my knife up. I placed it around her neck. 

"MAMA HE'S GONNA KILL ME!" past me screamed.

She continued to scream, those loud and scared screams.

I didn't want to do this. My actions spoke louder than her shrill screams.

I sliced her neck open, right when I heard my mother say, "You're trying to scare me, there's no one there!"

I looked at her open wound, that crimson red blood oozing out. I saw her tubes where food went down. Tears started trickling down my face as I saw the poor girl, dead.

I awoken in a cold sweat. 

"Shit, I didn't kill past me? Did I?" I whispered to myself as I brought my body up from my bed. 

"You did," my inner head monologue spoke. 

I moved, taking off my pj's. That's when I realized it was time to come out to my parents.