Home
"Get out Michael!" I leave my mother and head for my quarters, angry and bitter from the continued use of my human name. I had been so happy to be home, where I thought I still belonged. Once again I think my death on that planet would have been a kinder fate than this twisted, mockery of a reality I have been forced into. My mother feels no pride, grief, or even anger at me, just a deep disgust at my mere existence. I am an abomination to her and she can barely stand my presence on the hive. The safety and security that I had once felt is all but gone and I am on constant guard for possible attacks for my mother would not care now. Not one of them has stood by my side.
The only reason I am alive is because I have informed them that Atlantis still stands, and I know I must continue to make myself useful if I wish to ensure my survival. Part of me almost wishes I could return to my ignorant state before I knew I was a Wraith again. For a moment I had been happy. I thought I belonged and felt I had a place, thought I had friends. Perhaps if I had remained blind I wouldn't have returned home to find that everything I once cherished, all that I had fought for was gone.
Since the day I became Michael, I will never be the same, and I will never forget what they did to me.
The End
So what do you think? I do have more Michael stories in the pipeline, not sure when I'll get them up or done.
