I can remember everything now.
My name is Foster Dawn. I was born on the 25th day of November 1975. After I learned basic literature and to speak - I was sent in a four cornered place with bright white walls that stirs me crazy, it wasn't hard to remember it because they sent me on my sixth birthday. Palomino Harrison, deceived me from and injected a serum which can preserve my dead body. There I was unconscious of meeting a world of dead people he created.
These are the new things he wants me to remember, and no doubt I want to remember all of it too.
I met Tracy, the girl who changed my perspectives in life, the one who brought me closer to music and to new possibilities. I also met enemies and more friends. Enemies like Dean Woodley who threw me in the trash bin and friends like Q and R who took me out of the trash.
I keep on reminding myself because I don't want to forget.
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Dark Alley
Ficção AdolescenteFoster was naive. He had been alone in the 'alley' - an ironic metaphor he used to describe the claustrophobic, four cornered room that was well lit to expose the white walls. After being sedated to sleep for a longer period no one could imagine, he...
