'Air, get out the shower other people live hear to!' shouted Ramal banging down the door.
How could I forget, its hard to forget when you live in a foster home.
My names Air.
Even my name brings suspicion, I feel like the person that named me was trying to somehow get a message through to me by blessing me with this unusual name.
Air.
Nothing more nothing less, an invisible matter, used, taken for granted. Thanks.
AIR, three letters stuck with me for the rest of my life.
No middle name.
No last.
Relation, no one.
Just Air.
Sometimes in deep thought I can convince myself that I have no mother, no desendent and I created everything that surrounds me.
Sure enough I can kick myself back in to reality.
'Now Air, now that your settled in, we can get you sorted out,'
I looked out the window I was in the social workers office, her name was Mandy. I'd known her since I was few days old. I was left on the motor way where a couple found me, and she had been assigned to me from that day, and now because she has watched me grow up, apparently she knows me as she says.
She doesn't.
I don't know myself.
To think I was left on the motor way was disturbing.
Why and how could you leave your new born baby abandoned on the motor way.
With nothing.
Hoping it would just rot and die.
The only thing my parents, if they were my parents, had the decency to leave me with is a dog color placed around my neck which read.
AIR.
I turned back round to her.
'I'M. NOT. GOING. BACK. THERE.' I said slowly shaking my head violently.
She sighed
'Air I've told you this, you don't have to go there only if it happens again.'
I looked back to the window.
If your wondering, back where?
I was convicted to a mental home fot teens, last year and had only gotten out 8 weeks ago.
Now your thinking I'm crazy, right?
I'm not fucking crazy!
I'm they only sane one on this dirty planet i'm different.
As humans you resent that,
Jelousy.
It's just because you are all are crazy, and you tried to lock me up.
Only because I tell the naked truth.
