Swapped

Chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to @Sapphire470 because she's a cutie patutie! <3 thanks for being an awesome reader!

A special thanks goes out to @PineappleIncident because she made the cover and asdfghjkl I just *-* I think it looks amazing so THANK YOU!!! 

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Chapter 3

The last few nights I had had terrible dreams that always made me wake up dripping in sweat, and sometimes even screaming. One dream after the other, about some horro movie like unveiling about how I had been adopted.

Then I started dreaming more 'normal' dreams, that weren't really normal but at least didn't involve bloody scenarios.

I had dreamt about some theory of her first wanting me to call her Jane and then changing her mind to make me call her mom, all the way to how I was probably found on the streets and how that had made an unconcious impact on me and how that would explain the severe fear I had had of being kidnapped when I was smaller.

But now I had enough. I had to somehow find my real parents. 

If I'm really adopted, there are probably some files around. There have to be some!

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The following days I spent searching and searching for any file that could indicate that I was adopted, but I didn't find anything. Even on my birth certificate it said that I was my mothers child. But how could that be? This wasn't possible. 

I checked the photo that I had taken with my phone again and again. Surely the hospital hadn't made any mistake, had it? 

There must be some way of finding out if they made a mistake... But I can't just return and ask, they have a ton of other things to do, plus I probably have to bring mom. If she even is my mom.

A few hours later after having had a long bubble bath and quite a lot of orange chocolate which was my favorite, I gave up on the search. 

If it even says so on my birth certificate, then the hospital must have made a mistake. They have tons of work to do anyway, a mistake like that can happen anytime.

I must have not really convinced myself because the next morning when I met up with Helena at Starbucks and saw a sign for blood donation, I was convinced that I would go there and finally find out what my blood group was for real. 

"But..." Lena mustered me with the slightly confused and slighty suspicious eyes of hers. "Why?"
"Because," I started, self confident and very convinced of myself. "I really want to help sick people who need blood!"

"Are you even allowed to do that? I mean, considering that you just lost so much blood your self?"

She had a point, I probably wasn't. 

"Of course."

Why did I say of course?

"Indiiieee," she looked me right in the eye. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" I suddenly got really annoyed. "Can't you just leave it? You always annoy me just stop it!"
"Okay!" She answered, even more annoyed than I was. I mean she had a reason...

After a few minutes Lena looked up from her phone and gave me a cheecky smile.
"Come ooonn! Don't be mad." She gave me a nudge.

"Yeah, sorry, I don't know what that even was... You shouldn't be apologizing, I should be!"