What I know and what I don't

Hey, anonymous post, am I making you nervous? Wait for what? What until you know what?

I'm just trying to figure out what I know and what I don't, that's all.

Last night I couldn't sleep, so I made some lists. The first one turned out to be pretty short - I tried to write down all the stuff I know for absolute certain about my first 12 years:

My name is Kai.

I was born on October 2nd 2036.

I lived with my Mum in a country way up north - it's called the United Kingdom.

It was always cold - even inside the bubble.

The bubble was where we lived.

About 10,000 other people lived there too.

I've seen the sun 5 times.

I've heard the sound of rain and hail and hurricane force winds.

I had 3 friends but they left the bubble with their families a year ago.

I've definitely seen my Dad.

I thought I knew a lot more.  I have other memories of course - page after page of detail.  But they've got all mixed up with the stories my Mum has told me and I can't be sure any more what I actually remember and what I don't.

And it's no good turning to the photo album for clues.  It tells the same story that Mum does - or the same lies.

Maybe this doesn't worry you? I mean, you're probably thinking: Why would my parents tell me stories that weren't true?  and So what if some parents do exaggerate a little and others rip photos out of the family album, that's not really lying, is it?

Well think again. It started a bit like that with me. And as I grew older, the lies grew and grew and I played along with every one, and learned them all by heart, like a favourite bedtime story that you've grown out of, but still need to hear. Eyes closing. Safe. Suffocated.

And I come here, and find that you are all being fed the same comforting stories. Although I bet the stories you prefer are the rumours, the horror stories that no one's supposed to tell.