Let the Which Out

If I am to tell my story, I must not let any secrets lurk within. Words are tricky: you can use the same ones with different faces, and the lies will seem honest.

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Mama and I often use such words- words like 'sanctuary', 'help' and 'please'. We change how we look, and the tone of our voices, but we always use the same comforting words.

 

Perhaps that is why I like stories so much: they are always the same in my changing world. They belong to us in a way that nothing else does.

 

Here are the words which are mine: my name: Katryn. My age: fifteen. Of course, I lie about both of them. But they are still true. My mother’s real name: Allandra.

 

I do not know my father’s name.

 

I only know that he is the one who hunts us.