to be determined [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

SEVENTEEN

I ran away from home when I was fourteen years old because of him. I guess he had let me go, simply because the so called alcohol had taken over his life.

Dr. Letterman says that a woman in my family suffered from Alzheimer's.

I don't know what that is, but I plan to look it up in Dr. Park's medical book that has one too many words that are nearly impossible to pronounce.

I look around the room to only see pale white walls.

Where is Ki?

I mean, thoughts are ramming into one another as my head spins with confusion. I don't really know what to think, how to think. My body is frozen, and I am utterly silent as Dr. Letterman holds my clammy hands in between her clean palms that smell of lemon soap and rubber gloves.

She says my name is Lola.

Lola.