After another shower, I am settled down into my bed with my new clean bed-sheets. They give me ice chips and water to calm my nerves, along with some more pain medicine. The nurse realized that she needs to refrain from telling me all about what happened. I lay on my pillow, looking up at the fluorescent light above me, being entranced into sleep from its very light's rays.
Being pulled back into Dream land, I start to dream about, oddly enough, what my life would be like afterwards. Afterwards? after what? After this?
I couldn't really understand any of it, but, it was colorful once more. It was as if the doctors switched on a setting in my brain as they were working on my head that day in the operating room. What happened to me? It's as if my very skin is craving a new life. A new dream. A new goal. And I love it.
I like the feeling of my skin itching for a new life. For a new body. For a new skin. Yes.... A new skin....
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I would like to thank my fifth grade teacher for showing me the better side of life. He was the one who gave me my very own wake-up call. If it weren't for him, I would be just like Melissa.
I would like to also thank my middle and high school friends who stuck by me through everything. Cheers to more years of weirdness to you all.
And finally, a big "thank you" to my father who stuck by me and supported me throughout my life, even after I came out to him. Thank you for everything, dad. I love you.
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A New Skin
Teen FictionI force my eyes open. "Melissa. You're coming with us." Oh, no I am not, I thought to myself. Everything in her bubble of repetition became so strong, she started to fade away. Away into the static of the same day. The same week. The same month...
