I stood there at the computer for a long time--I couldn't comprehend what had occurred--I couldn't do anything. After a few moments I started to breath again--this was all too much--I had to find Mary. It felt so strange calling the one person I had ever called 'mom' by her real name. I doubted I would ever get used to that.
The fact was--how could I stay with a women who had kidnapped me? A women who had killed Emma, a women who had killed so many children--children I had come to know and love.
Why hadn't Emma told me about this?
Why hadn't any of them?
Why had Mary spared my life?
Why had she taken me in as her own?
I had so many questions, and none could be answered. I had so much to worry about--but now the bodies were less on my list.
I had to find the women I called "mother" for so many years--I had to ask her why, I had to ask her who I was. I had to do so much, and it seemed like nothing was getting done.
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Diamond Dust (Completed)
Teen FictionThe doctors say that the recent deaths in a small town are due to a virus, but something's not right. With the body count climbing by the day, people have to watch...watch for more than just washing their hands.
