I never knew my parents. They never stuck around to show me the ropes or give me a name. They never told me who I was. They never told me what I was. I was branded a bastard, an orphan, a problem. I sometimes think if I'd had parents they might have changed a lot in my life. I blame them..mostly. They dumped me here and I've had to adapt. Maybe I gotta take part of the blame. But not all of it. My choices were limited, and tor that I blame the. I mean, ot all the planets in the outer rcaches.why choose this one?
Bang bang ! "Hey Mikey, how long ya gonna be in there? C mon won't ya? I'm gonna be late. "That's my roommate Charlie Horowitz, he's not such a bad guy. I know he's a bit of a dork sometimes but I liked him the moment I set eyes on his X-Files poster stating "I want to believe". I think he had a bit of a thing for Mulder and Scully, but I wasn't sure which one. They ran betting pools on it, the guys in our football team. Some thought Scully as he had a preference for redheads with high IQs, as evidenced by his strike out record. Some thought Mulder, as he had a thing for crushes on older guys, as he was always sucking up to our High School teachers. And yet other believed it Was for the pair. That was the odds on favorite, they guessed he swings both ways. But in the absence of proof it looks like the growing pot isn't to be claimed anytime soon. I certainly haven't witnessed any evidence either way, but you know how people like to speculate! Common human inquisitiveness I guess, they like to gossip. I say "they" cos I'm not entirely sure I am one! Human that is, not a gossip.
"Okay okay, give me some time won't ya!" I yell back snappishly. He can be a real pain when it comes to his punctuality. The boy even wears two watches. One on each wrist just in case his synchronicity is out by a millisecond. I think they call it OCD but personally think he's a touch bipolar. I've noticed him counting his M&Ms every time he gets a packet, and throwing the blue ones when he thinks I'm not looking And he won't cat the coffee chocolates in any boxes of candy. He says they're polluted with toxins and that's why they taste so bad. In my book, that isn't normal behaviour, but he's one up on me, at least he's 100%o unequivocal male human. The state of his underwear and his bedroom, and the bad locker room smell that hangs round his bed proves that. I wish I was, it's all I aspire to be. If I had to take it warts and all, I'd still opt for a touch of normality in my crazy life. My face was melting again and I groaned heavily.
"Hey Mikey, you alright in there?" Bless him, he may be a bit of a loser in the love stakes, but Charlie was a good guy. A good friend. In fact, he'd become my best friend here on campus. And that mattered. At least to me it did, for him I wasn't so sure. Guys didn't discuss that sort of stuff as much as girls did, and I was always careful to keep in character. "Yeah, I'm okay," I life," just another major zit crises." And with that I heard a huh, and the retreating footsteps. IV guessed he'd be heading out to this blocks shared bathroom facilities. After all, he was no stranger to communal bathing, and odds were ( according to those betting stats) he may rather prefer It.
As the steam blocked my view in the oversized mirror in front of me, I wiped it with my good arm. The right one was bearing a hand covered in my melted flesh, or whatever this stuff is that simulates my skin. It doesn't hurt. It never has. It started in puberty and has gotten worse as I got older. It's a regular monthly thing, give or take. I'm quite philosophical about it now I think it girls can put up with a little bleeding on a regular basis and not make much of a
Song and dance about it, what's a little melting flesh? Don't get me wrong, I totally freaked when it first happened. But I knew then I was different. I felt it inside of me. I'd never belonged nor felt ever would.
To be continued.
