Chapter 7: Scales

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“Well, here’s your room” Jo stopped at a blue door and groaned. I hated deep water and the door was the exact color of deep water. Gah.

“Thanks,” I grimaced and Little Jo started to walk away.

“Mer?” he seemed to think of something.

“Yea,” I said absentmindedly, trying to open the complex finger print activated door.

“Don’t try escaping,” he said in almost a pleading tone, I froze. Was this guy psychic? “We all try to when we first get here but it’s better here. We don’t have to hide who we really are. Here, we’re normal.”

I leaned my forehead on the accursed blue door and waited. After a moment, I heard his footsteps grow fainter as he walked away. How long ago was it when I last wished to be normal? I pushed open the door when the door finally authorized my fingerprint. How long ago was it when I lost that hope? I opened a door that led to a small bathroom and I slowly loosened the straps of my mask. I pushed back my long black braid and pulled the strings from the strands of my hair. I stood in front of the mirror, maskless.

Who was that stranger staring back at me? She wasn’t normal. She had scales running from the tips of her eyelids to the tops of her cheekbones and down the side of her neck. Scales and gills, I had freakin’ gills like a fish on the side of my neck. I pulled my turtleneck up and tied my mask back on. Stupid, stupid DNA. I shoved my hands in my hoodie and walked out of the bathroom.

Yeah right, I’ll never be normal.

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