I dont know. It looks like he is trying to tell me something. Can he read my thoughts or tell what I am feeling?
That would both be weird as hell and intriguing. It must be tiring knowing what everyone is feeling every time right?
So how are you feeling? he asks.
I just answered that question when his friend asked but I feel compelled to tell him exactly how I feel.
I take in a deep breathe and focus on his fingers. Thick, deft and straight. They are long enough to be twice the size of my own fingers.
honestly? I ask him.
yes. he nods at me.
the truth is I am confused. I dont know what to do. Everything up here is blank. I gesture to my head.
I dont know my name and that makes me very helpless and everybody have been so nice to me. I want to help myself. But I cant and it is so fru
