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My name is Sebastian Jesse Harris. My birth mother died a few moments after she gave birth to me, on December 25th, 1996. My father went insane not so long afterward, and so the doctor who helped my mother give birth adopted me, and looked after me. She's not very sane, but she takes good care of me. I sometimes wonder if I killed my parents. My adoptive mother tells me I didn't, but I know I did.
It was a cold, December morning. My mother was in the hospital, my father right beside her. "Push! Push!" the doctors yelled to her. She obeyed their commands, and soon enough, I was born. My mother was ecstatic, but tired. They cleaned me off and soon handed me to my mother. Maryette Franks. She was a beautiful woman, about 5"2, 98 lbs, extremely fragile. Just as they handed me to my mother, the heart rate monitor started to go blank. My father stood there, shaking, as the doctors took her pulse. "Code red..Code RED!" they yelled, as they took me and put me in a separate room. "Please god, don't let her die.." my father prayed, as the doctors forced him out of the room. About twenty three minutes later, one doctor went into the waiting room, handing me to my father. "Mr. Franks.." the doctor started, "Maryette..well..she won't be coming home..ever. I'm terribly sorry." he said, as he hung his head down, and walked away.

..eh..next chapter coming soon.

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My name is Sebastian Jesse Harris. My birth mother died a few moments after she gave birth to me, on December 25th, 1996. My father went insane not so long afterward, and so the doctor who helped my mother give birth adopted me, and looked after me. She's not very sane, but she takes good care of me. I sometimes wonder if I killed my parents. My adoptive mother tells me I didn't, but I know I did.
It was a cold, December morning. My mother was in the hospital, my father right beside her. "Push! Push!" the doctors yelled to her. She obeyed their commands, and soon enough, I was born. My mother was ecstatic, but tired. They cleaned me off and soon handed me to my mother. Maryette Franks. She was a beautiful woman, about 5"2, 98 lbs, extremely fragile. Just as they handed me to my mother, the heart rate monitor started to go blank. My father stood there, shaking, as the doctors took her pulse. "Code red..Code RED!" they yelled, as they took me and put me in a separate room. "Please god, don't let her die.." my father prayed, as the doctors forced him out of the room. About twenty three minutes later, one doctor went into the waiting room, handing me to my father. "Mr. Franks.." the doctor started, "Maryette..well..she won't be coming home..ever. I'm terribly sorry." he said, as he hung his head down, and walked away.

..eh..next chapter coming soon.