Inside a Hypocritical Faker

I looked at Andy's face. He seemed pleased and a little bit sad. My mouth and throat were completely dry. I opened and closed my mouth, like a fish gasping to be put back where it belonged. "How," I hoarsely whispered. I gripped the sheets I was laying on. Andy leaned up and laid his back on the head bored. The room was very small, no windows, and one queen sized bed, that we were laying on. I slowly sat up. My head still pounding. I stuck my hand out, "Give me the damn pills." Andy did. He sat there watching me. I placed the pills in my mouth near the back of my throat and took a sip of the water. It hurt to swallow. I cringed slightly. "So why kidnap me? Why kill my family?" Andy said nothing, just watched me. After minutes of nothing he finally spoke, "You father had sold you away, when he found out that he was having a daughter. You see your father believed that he could ONLY have sons, not daughters. He assumed your mother cheated on him. When you were first born I came to the hospital to see you. I was a young adult then..." I trailed off while he talked. How old is he now? This MUST be illegal, besides the kidnapping, shooting up a school, and all. I kept drifting through my mind and my thoughts. How could this be real? Why did my 'dad' sell me? Did my mom cheat on him? I felt my mind racing with these thoughts. I felt my heart beat begin to rise. How could everything I know, just, just simply STOP? Was this some crule joke?

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