sephora [HOLD]

1 (white)

I sat there, staring into space. The room was freezing and the windows were frosting with white powder. I remember the days when I could play with that white wet ice. Now I’m stuck in an all white room.

My mother put me in this facility. She claimed I needed help for killing my rapist of an uncle. No, I didn’t go to jail because they marked it as self defense. Anyway, I had my share of injuries too; including my newborn in an adoption center. Of course I got to name her and her name is Sephora Jung just so I could find her when I leave this wack ass place.

My name is Nylon Jung. I’m fifteen and I’m a ‘Blasian’.

 

“Nylon, your mother wants to see you” the doctor in all white with super pale skin told me.

I faced the window watching the snowflakes fall.

 

“Nylon, how are you feeling?” my mother questioned.

I continued to watch outside, as the trees branches became beautifully decorated with white.

“I know you somewhat hate me but I’m taking you out of here in three weeks so at least talk to me.” she pleaded.

I remained silent.

“And I have a surprise for you” she began, “I have custody of Sephora, she’s home with us”

 

I turned to her, “but I’m still not going to see her for three weeks”

“Nylon, this is for the best. It’s supposed to help the trauma that your uncle put you through”

“The trauma you let him put me through” I shot back.