I stood over the man, my feet washed in his blood, trying to understand how I just seem to have appeared out of thin air. Yet, I knew it was because of this man, who i just saw kill himself. Because of me.I pushed the thought out of my head as soon as I heard it.
I was so confused, yet I had an extreme knowledge, seeing I was just born- I knew how to read, breath, talk and walk; I knew I was 14 years of age; I knew my favorites and least favorites of everything from colors to foods. Yet, I didn't know my name or where the first 14 years of my life happened, or if I had ever lived them, for that matter.
I smashed my writs against the table with empty test tubes and tools that I believe I came from, out of frustration and anger. Then under my face, as a blurry, white sheet blinding my sight, I saw a paper. As I pulled away, it was legible and i could read it I was like and across-stick poem:
Long lasting
Attainable
N
E
Y
The N, E, and Y were washed out by the blood of the man. But I then knew my name.
Laney: a form of Lane, meaning narrow road. I suddenly knew this fact, as a feeling of a wind through my body. The wind of knowledge i learned to call it.
Suddenly, the table next to mine started to bubble and shake. I suddenly knew I wasn't the only one.
I love the ending it leaves you wondering who else is there like her:) Keep writing:) I'll be looking out for the next chapter, could you PM me when you post it?
