2. June 7, my family's secret
I don't understand. Why is life so cruel? I just can't except that my parents... My parents, died. I'm sitting in a room with no one in it just to keep me from going insane and killing people. I don't know why this had to happen to me. My life was perfect. Now it's gone down the drain. I can't write anymore. A social workers here to take me somewhere. I'll write more later.
Well I went insane again. The man told me something I don't believe:
"Miss Katrina, my I share something with you, your mother told me to share this with you." This guy had said. "Yeah? What did my mom tell you?!" I responded hastily, she talked to him before she died! "Well, I don't know how to tell you this but well," I stared at him nervously. "Miss Katrina your adopted." I gave him a blank stare. All my memories started to flood back to me, me on a swing being pushed bye my father at age four, going shopping and finding my passion for fashion with my mom at age 12, starting high school and getting out of my parents car, waving goodbye earlier this year. And I cried. "Are you alright? Do you need a tissue?" He asked though I could vaguely hear him. I didn't think he was lying. No, I always had that little spot in my mind where I thought I might be adopted. But I blew it off. I then felt the rage. I knocked the papers off his desk. Even though it wasn't true I said, "I don't believe you. My parents are my parents! Your lying!" I began to ramble and knock other stuff around. But I was stopped and now I need to talk to a therapist. Oh boy. I've gone insane.