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The Other Medusa:
CHAPTER ONE
"So, you were born like this? Correct?" asked the interviewer.
"Yes, I only came here today to say that I don't use my eyes as an advantage. I was just simply born this way and I never intended to hurt anyone. I did'nt mean to kill him. It was a terrible mistake. And I feel immense guilt for it. He was like a younger brother to me. He was my best friend. I never wanted to hurt him. The Colin family have my condolences. I am truly sorry."
"Thank you for being here with us, Joelene."
"Thank you."
I sighed as I left the news station . Okay so I got it over with. But I somehow I feel like no one still believes me. I hate this omen. I took the train home. I lived in New York, the big apple. Besides the people, New York was the perfect place to be. Half an hour later I got home. And Aric wasn't there waiting for me on the steps of my brownstone as usual. I miss saying, " Go home Aric", when I wasn't in the mood for hearing his blabbering. But he was adorable and nerdy and most of all, he did the greatest thing anyone could ever do for me. It was knowing that he wasn't afraid of me. I opened the door to the brownstone and went up to my room. I laid down on my bed and tried to stop myself from shaking. I couldn't move on from what happened last Sunday. It was unexpected. I just remember seeing Aric's body laying on the floor and screaming at Thad. There were big headlines on the newspaper. You should really stop thinking about this, Joelene. Maybe that's the reason you're shaking. So there was only one thing to do. And that was nap time. I sighed. How did this happen?
"You're willing to adopt this child into your family?" asked the nurse with surprise.
"Why wouldn't I? I think she's special," said my mother, Anne.
"Why yes she's quite special. But don't you think her disability would be hard to live with?"
"I could deal. After all, do you expect her to live in hospital all her life?"
"No, Miss, but I am concerned about your safety by adopting her."
"Joelene will be just fine. She will fit in just fine."
"Is that what you're naming her?"
"When can I take her home?"
"I need to consult with the doctors first."
After the consulting, I could finally call, Anne Anson, my mother. She would come everyday to visit me in the hospital since I was a newborn. I wasn't allowed to leave the hospital. Who would think that they would let me out of that place? Did they feel sympathetic? Or was it because I was old enough to wear these glasses to help my disability? I was only about four years old when I stepped outside those sliding doors. I saw what outside looked like. I saw pointy buildings and the ambulances. I was free. I remember asking Anne many questions of things I've never seen or things I've heard of.
"What's this mommy?"
"That's your new home, Joey."
"Home? I'm not going back there anymore?"
"Yes, but if you want to go back to the hospital just let me know okay?" "No, I think I will love it here," I said hugging her.
