stand up
The girl that looks like you is still there staring at you. "Why
do I not have the tatoo anymore?" you ask her.
She replies "I don't know, maybe you wanted to leave. We are twin
sisters and our parents did that to be able to tell us apart. Now we
live in a home for kids without parents. The tatoos identify us to
make sure we don't run away."
You stand up, and as you do you feel a sharp pain shooting from your
gashed open foot all the way up your leg to your hip. You scream in
pain, and sit back down on the bloody street .
