"Ecstasy"
I could hear my name faintly. Someone is calling me.
Everything was fine. If your idea of fine feels like a couple of needles poking you and some parts of your body being cold and heavy, then everything is fine. Right now, I'm sore all over. My eyes are closed but I can hear my family and some other persons I consider important, arguing about something. I want to tell them to leave but there's this buzz in my head that won't let me say much. I try to open my eyes but the lights are just so bright. They're practically blinding me. Then, I hear my name again and I remember how I got here in the first place.
For starters, my name is Ecstasy Jury. My dad is black and my mum is Asian. I think that should give you a clue of what my skin color and my elementary and high school life looked like. Don't worry. I won't bore you with those details. Let me tell you how I ended up here.