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.
