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DECEPTION
I Spent My Childhood With an Imposter
My family was riddled with lies, cover-ups, and secrets
I sat in the backseat of the car clutching the small box to my chest. Excited butterflies filled my seven-year-old tummy. Or perhaps it was Hannah the hamster trying to claw her way out of the box and rip my flesh.
Salty bitch.
We pulled into our driveway and the car came to a stop.
“We’re home, Hannah,” I whispered through the holes in the box.
Probably blocking her airflow.
A large crow squawked its warning as the sky filled with black clouds. Little did I know, it was only the beginning of the darkness.
It might have been a pigeon.
Over the next few weeks, Hannah settled into her cage and life in my bedroom. Every day, I carefully removed her from the cage and played with her. She had a pink hamster ball and I made mazes out of VHS tape boxes.
I’m not sure why VHS tapes were lying around since I was obviously born way after their removal from society.
I loved Hannah.
And she fucking hated me.
She bit me. A lot.
And not in a fun way.
She attacked my hand every time I reached for her and I was starting to fear my furry friend. My parents took over taking Hannah in and out of her cage and she bit the shit out of them too.
She refused to complete my mazes. She rolled her ball into the corner of the room and sat there miserably. She was a total wang.
One day, I washed and refilled Hannah’s food bowl. Hannah sat quietly and calmly as I reached in and out of her cage and let me pet her head without attacking me.
“Mom! Hannah’s being good!” I announced.
We removed her from the cage and she played nicely. No biting, no threatening glares, no murderous twinkle in her eye.
A new piss fetish though.
She completed all of my mazes and cruzed for hours in her ball. All was well with the world.
