Comatose
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Last published Wed, Mar 12, 2014
He didn't know anything. Didn't know his name, didn't know how old he was, didn't know anything except the world he lived in. With the president gone rapid with fire and money , what's a boy to do without any information about himself? Allie was a thief. Not a very high-ranked thief, but a thief. None the less. When she finds a boy staggering around disoriented, looking like he had just fought in battle, does she help him find out who he is and what happened to him? Or does she leave him to fend for himself in the tough world they live in? (Warning, Contains heavy Christianity. Don't like it, don't read it. I would have put it in Spiritual, but that might make some people mad who don't like romance in the Spiritual section.)
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?
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