We rarely ate so we didn't even need to brush. Just a good gurgling with mouth wash did a surprisingly good job. I remained in my room. I had changed out of my jacket and into a plain black shirt and pants. Nobody had come to check up on me yet. It was five in the morning. I hadn't stopped staring at the documents in the folder. I felt a rising, raging hunger building up inside me to figure out more.
'How did it even get this?' I wondered.
The documents in the folder gave information about me; five foot eleven; hundred and ninety pounds; dark skinned; Leukaemia patient.
The part for my name was torn out but my birth date was still intact—second November 2001. So I was going to be turning twenty at the end of the year. I had gone through the paper throughout the night but I couldn't stop
