Identity Crisis
Washing away the sins of yesterday, water passing by. Swirling into the drain.
Am… No, Rachel watched the way the water curled, twirling itself into confusion before dropping into the abyss beneath. She wished it were that easy for her.
Sharing a flat with other young women, her case worker had left her there. To think of her past, present, and future. All indistinguishable. It felt like it would never end, even though it was already over.
A new shiny name and a new life.
That was all she had hoped for and yet, some feeling unsettled her. Deep within her chest. What would happen to her father now? Melissa? Already removed from her home and put into care, where not even her own sister could reach her.
What a mess she had made of things.
This new chance had seemed promising, at first, but the more she thought of it, the more she wanted to scream. A paper somewhere said she didn't exist. That Amanda Fenshaw might as well be dead.
And in so many ways, she was.
Who even was this new person? A persona she had adorned, only to find it was two sizes too big. What expectations lay in wait for this woman? An individual that had been born at nineteen years of age.
She wished she knew.
Rachel Mason was born in this flat. In this bathtub. Sobbing her way into her new existence as the water above lashed at her head, not considerate enough to drown her.