13 June 2012
I'm Harper Therux. Or at least that's who I am at the minute. I've had so many names it's hard to keep count. My guards tell me my new name when I get one, and remind me of my original name. So I don't forget who I am apparently. The truth is I don't think I really know who I am. My name may change but my physical appearance doesn't change. My hair changes colour every so often but the rest of me is the same, whatever same is. I'm willowy, my eyes are a deep azure blue with speckles of brown, my skin is pale but lightly tanned, naturally I'd like to add. My hair right now is a blue-black colour and tied in a side plait that comes over my right shoulder. I only wear eye liner it shows off my eyes more. I'm sixteen and alone all but for a couple of guards I've known for my whole life. Gary and Eddie. Both in their late forties now and the only father type figures I've had in my life. I don't know where my real father is, or who he is, or what he looks like. My mother - dead. Whenever someone finds out they always break eye contact and look guilty. I know why everyone is close to their mothers. Since I never knew mine I could never say I miss her. You don't miss what you don't have. I sometimes get jealous of other people when I look out of the numerous hotel rooms I've been in and see small children laughing and holding their mothers hand. Then I remember I've never known that feeling and I know I never will. When I was younger I used to imagine and invent a mother that would love me and brush my hair listen to my days stories and wipe away my tears. But it was all a fantasy, a dream - nothing more...
Who Am I? Part 1 • Opuss № I