Find Myself

Find Myself

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My life's been a lie. I've been living all this time, thinking I was related to people I wasn't and had a life that I didn't. I'd always wondered why I only saw pictures of me from when I was 6 and older, I just never got around to asking. Turns out I didn't have to. I walked in on my 'parents' talking about it all. "What are we going to do when she finds out!" She yells at him, pacing back and forth as she rubs her head. "I don't know! She will hate us for keeping it from her." He sighs, loving, worried tone in his voice. I watched a tear fell down her face. He stood up and pulled her into his arms as she cried quietly onto his shoulder. "We're going to have to tell her, aren't we?" She sobs, words barley auditable. "How can you tell a 17 year old that everything she knows and believes in is a lie? That she was in an accident that killed both of her parents and that no one knew who she was? I can't tell her that!" I feel every thing in my body shut down. I had passed out. When I woke up I was very, very unhappy. It all ended in me packing all of my things and leaving. Leaving them, leaving my fake life and starting new, much to their constant protests and a string of apologies. I needed to find myself, the real me. And that's where my life began.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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