Day One

July 22nd 2013

July 22nd 2013

                I HEARBY DUB THIS MOUNTAIN BLOODY MOUNTAIN…BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A STUPIDLY HARD MOUNTAIN TO GET DOWN!!!!!!!!  I wish I would have hid underground and tunneled across the land…like a mole. Yes… I wish I was a mole, but no! I thought that on top of a tall peak would be best. No one would climb up this far to look for me because my father still thought I was human.  I could hear his sneering voice inside my head laughing and making a mockery out of me. No doubt thinking in his head how big of a failure I was genetically. He would never say this out loud though, because saying I was a failure would also mean admitting that he was a failure too. In his world no one would know about his failures only his so called success. No one would mention poor Lynn or that lab tech. everyone who knew of any of his failures would most likely have been executed without explanation.

 It may surprise you if I tell you that the man I call father was not always like this. He was kind and loving…everything you would expect from a father. Except from the fact he altered my genetics, he was a typical father. He worked hard for me and my sister, he loved us, provided for us and he was always there for us. For me this is why his experiments stunned me so and probably why my sister went along with his plan. My sister well she was incredible.  She was beautiful and so smart.  She looked just as my mother did when she was her age. She inherited her brains from my father. She knew everything about everything.   She was brilliant at math and science. She picked up languages as though she had been speaking them her whole life. Her looks just added to her awesomeness.  Myself on the other hand, I am completely average looking and average intelligence. There is nothing special about me.

 I do not look like my mother or father really. My mother had long straight, golden hair. Her gorgeous olive complexion and deep green eyes were stunning. My father was just as handsome as my mother was beautiful. He was tall and well-built with the same olive tan skin as my mother except his hair was a darker blond and his eyes a golden brown.  Now his hair is graying slightly with age but he has lost none of his attractiveness… maybe with the exception of the crazy look that lived inside his eyes permanently now, but other than that he was the same. I don’t fit in with the family I was born into. I am not as tall as my sister and mother who border on 6 feet. I am not a rail either; they could have been super models.  I have curves and well-toned muscles. I am 5’7, sometimes 5’8 on a good day.  My hair is long and curly with a mind of its own.  I have grey eyes with flecks of turquois in them and my hair is a deep burgundy, that looks like fire in the sun( not a natural color at all… I blame it on the genetic altering).  My skin is the thing that really sets me apart from my beautiful tan family. I am as pale as a glass of milk. My mother and fathers skin always look sun kissed and my skin has always look moon kissed. Like I bathe in the moon… My skin glows brilliantly underneath it. So maybe I am not as average as I like to think I am.  I would never say beautiful or stunning. I am different. I am ghostly.

Oh well, I am stuck with what I have.  Now that I have had a little break its time to continue my climb down Bloody Mountain… I’m over half way now. Just a little further till I find… Well I don’t want to let my imagination run wild.  Positive thoughts… It’s all about positive thoughts.

 

Z