Not My SelfA Story by TopHatGirl
I look in the mirror, fingers tracing the scars.
"I'm hideous," I whisper. These arms do not look human. These eyes are mine. Oh, God, I am not me. A tear trickles down my porcelain cheek. "You look beautiful," my mother said. "I look like a doll." Even my voice didn't sound right. Fake. Like it's coming through a machine. Crackly. Not. Me. "I hate this." "Honey, I-" "I hate you, Mom." "I had to-" I spun around, looking her hard in the eye. "I'd rather be dead then be someone who I am not," I spat at her. I turned on my not mine heel, and left, making sure to slam the door extra hard. -10 years ago- June 7, 2010. I left the coffee shoppe, supping my mocha. I walked across the street, oblivious to the world around me. Then I heard a loud honk. Then nothing. That's how I died. I know, not very exciting. I had all of my limbs torn off, my face a complete mess, and the doctors didn't even try to revive me. My brain was saved though. And my brain sat there. For ten years. 10 Years Later Suddenly, I'm opening my eyes. My mom is crying in the corner. Tears of joy. I smile at her. Then I look at my hand. I scream. "Honey, it's 2020." "What happened?" "You got in a car crash. The doctors couldn't save you. I asked them, no begged them to save your brain. And now, ten years later, they came out with a way to save you." "I'm not alive," I whisper. "You're still you." Now, I'm sitting here, being Hallie Manet, except I'm made of plastic and porcelain. And all I can do is cry artificial tears. © 2010 TopHatGirlAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 5, 2010 Last Updated on August 5, 2010 AuthorTopHatGirl[Redacted], NVAboutHi, I'm TopHatGirl! If you're here about my character lessons or to get some advice, email me instead of messaging at [email protected]. This is because I don't go on this site as much anym.. more..Writing
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