My 409th day at my aunts house was the day that Joseph made a friend.
I did not understand how he could act like everything was normal.
Because everything was far from normal.
Because it happened.
Joseph brought his friend over.
Joseph's friend called me a freak.
Joseph kicked his friend out.
But what Josephs friend said was true.
I am a freak.
Because of it.
I will never be normal again.
Because it happened.
"I'm sorry my ex friend said that." Joseph said to me.
"But what he said is true." I say.
"No. He was wrong." Joseph said.
But he wasn't.
I hardly eat.
I hardly talk.
I hardly take care of myself.
Because of it.
I will never see my loving parents again.
All because it happened.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
