Part One - Finding Me314Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdYcYlBCyd
Hi, my name is Emily Cook, I'm five years old. I'm special, I can't die. As long as I keep to a special diet. I'm sort of a mutant. However, I also have amazing brain skills. We found out when I was three. You probably can't remember being three but I can, it's all part of my power.314Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJMnpGSXEP
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I was ill, seriously ill, too ill to walk, talk or scream. I had a feeling I was running out of time. To this day, nobody knows what was wrong with me. Pain kept searing through my body in painful flashes and my temperature was over 40 degrees centigrade. Rapidly, I merged in and out of consciousness. I was given an hour to live; my parents cried at the sight of me hooked up to all those machines and tubes. On my final predicted moment I threw my arm up so it was reaching to my drip. I was thirsty and it had some blood they were giving to me as part of a transfusion. All that ran through my head was 'blood, blood, come to me'. Water didn't appeal to me. When my mother realised and thought I was just asking to be held, she tried to hold me but I screamed in agony and demanded to be put down as soon as she lifted me. The bag containing the blood lifted at my commanded and feebly I popped the tube and drank the remaining blood, immediately it made me stronger. Mum and Dad were flabbergasted, absolutely white with terror. Dad didn't know what to do and neither did Mum. Run away? Get a doctor? Wait for the madness pass? Scream? They chose the third option. I felt all the strength return to me and my consciousness kicked in, causing me to have a sense and memory. We haven't spoken about it since, I know it must haunt them. If I was human, it wouldn't have been right.
Penana
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