There's one thing I began to realize as I rode in the car. I didn't even know what I looked like.
So, I flipped the sun visor down in front of me and slowly opened the mirror, hoping what I saw wouldn't be too awful. Staring back at me was a girl with fair skin, blue eyes, a few light freckles, and brown hair. It was medium, down to my mid back, but looked newly cut.
"Like what you see?" He smirked after a few minutes of me staring. "I think you may be the most self obsessed patient I've had. With good reason." He grinned and I felt the need to do something. I think he was hitting on me, if that was the right words. Nothing sounded exactly correct right now, but I knew whatever he was doing wasn't right."No." I said bluntly. Honey, I may be looking hella fine but don't try, I wish I could say, but for now staying quiet is a good option.
He shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care but I could tell that there was something behind it. It's one of those vibes you get as a girl.
"Are we there yet?"
"That's so annoying."
"And?"
"And stop, we'll be there when we get there."
"When did you decide to start testing on people?"
"Let me think... It was when I saw a pretty girl, and my first instincts were to dissect her."
"What?" Fear rings through my voice.
"I wanted to know how a pretty girl got so pretty. Maybe it was muscles, or bones, or genes. Either way I found out, there was nothing out of the ordinary. But I decided I would give ugly or sad people some talents or a chance at a better life. So I started taking memories and I gave one boy the same talent as you last year. Haven't heard from him since but I've been keeping track of where he is."
"Oh."
"I'm not crazy, I'm trying to help."
"Oh."
Finally the car stopped. I had no idea when I had last felt relief, literally for all the time I remember I've been nervous, so this felt nice.
"We're here."
"Where is here?"
"Once again, you'll see."
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Teen FictionWhy me? The question pulses through my mind every day, every minute. Now I can't tell you how I got here, or even what my real name is, but you can call me Brynne. I am a morph, a patient, a voodoo doll. I don't know who I really am, I only know wh...