Who are they?

In front of me stood a boy.

It's blue eyes are riveted on me.

I take the current as far as possible from this room.

I stopped to catch my breath.

I have to go back ... why I feel like I'm not attracted to this room... that person... this boy.

But I also feel a deep fear.

who are these people?

I have to go back anyway.

I walked as slowly as possible to my room.

One of the two girls smiles at me.

A woman comes in and smiles. She asks teens to wait. They leave on the other side of the door.

-Hello my name is Alexandra.

Said the woman.

She describes herself as a psychologist.

We chatted or rather ... she was talking. She told me that the two people of earlier were my ... "parents".

She told me that my name is Naomy Garon, I'm 14 years old and I had an "accident" that will make my life change. In other words ... the person that everyone knows and expects to come back will maybe never be ...

What is happening to me ??