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light escaped and provided enough illumination
for me to read the pages.
The first few were filled with information I
already knew about myself: medical history,
school records. But the bottom stack of pages
opened the dark doors of my past and revealed
information that both surprised and frightened
me.
According to what I read, my mother, Amanda
Perry, had been diagnosed as a manic-depressive
when she was only in her mid-teens. She was
institutionalized at seventeen after repeated efforts
to commit suicide, once cutting her wrists
and twice trying to overdose with sleeping pills.
I read on and learned that while my mother was
in a mental facility, she was impregnated by an
attendant. Apparently, they never knew which
attendant, so I realized that some degenerate out
there was my father, unless I wanted to believe
that my mother and this attendant had the most
romantic and wonderful love affair between her
drug therapies, cold baths, and electric shock
treatments.
Anyway, when they realized my mother was
pregnant/someone made the official decision not
to abort me. After I was born, obviously neither
my paternal nor my maternal grandparents
wanted anything to do with me, and Mr. Degenerate
Attendant wasn't going to come out and claim
me,so I was immediately made a ward of the
state. My reports didn't say who had named me
V. C. ANDREWS
Crystal. I like, to think it was the one and only
thing my poor mother had been able to give me. I
had nothing else, not even the slightest idea who I
was, until I managed to sneak into these files.
I saw a simple statement about my mother's
death at the age of twenty-two. Her last attempt at
taking her own life was a successful one. I would
never meet her, even years from now when I was
on my own.
I remember the revelations made my hands
shake and gave me a hollow feeling at the base of
my stomach. Would I inherit my mother's mental
problems? Would I inherit my father's evil ways?
After I put the file back, locked up the cabinet,
returned the keys to the desk, and left, I had to go
right to the bathroom because I felt as if I had to
throw up.
I managed to keep my supper down but washed