White Light

Imagine.No cheesey "I'm thinking of you." phome calls on your birthday.No socially onligational "I'm sendin you a family christmas card of a family you have never met,because the fact is i've not seen you since...since you were in diapers fighting your first steps...alone." No sophia,if that is in fact your real name.No hideously christmas-birthday clashed "birthmas" sweaters for you,for you were not born sketchily 17? years ago upon December 25,two weeks beforehand.You awaken from a coma to find that your exsistance...doesn't exsist.And that your heart is considered vulnerable to the most dangerous of men.