What the hell?  I stand here, alone, staring out at my broken life.  I don't know anymore, and I hate not knowing.  I don't know what's going to happen.  I don't know what's going on.  And I don't even know what I am anymore.  I mean, there's some sort of twisted comfort that comes from knowing exactly where you came from, exactly what you are, and exactly where you're going.  But now?  Apparently I'm the one with the "hidden power"- and I've been predestined from birth to deliver the helpless.  Just how the hell am I supposed to do that?  I just don't know. 

I am glad of one thing, though.  I finally mustered enough courage up to take a stand and not turn tail and run.  How dare they tell us we have no right to live.  It's not our fault we were made… we just have to live with it.  The thing that scares me, though, is that I almost… started believing them.  Why were we put here?  What's our purpose?  Will the "transgenic outbreak" of 2021 be just some random event that will be forgotten in history that temporarily sparked fear and hatred in the heart of the average citizen? 

Or am I something more?

It's all so unfair.  I never wanted to hurt anyone.  Just to be left alone, in my own little world, with a few friends… and maybe even a boyfriend… would that be so much to ask?  Do I not even deserve that?  What did I do to be hunted? 

Who am I?

I guess I'll just have to wait.  And let life take its toll.  We'll see.