Starting at the begining

Hi! My name is Linea... But it's not really. I'm not trying to be funny, not really.
The scope of the promicin controversy has not failed to reach international ears. But over here, it's mainly whispers and rumors. We don't know what's really going on out there, if anyone does. Most of what I hear is bad, and that makes me afraid... For myself, and for others who might take promicin.
Well, let me try to take you through what happened about a month ago. I went as an exchange student to the US. While I was there, a friend of mine became really involved with all the 4400 discussions. She had a friend who was one of the returnees. Unfortunately, her family wasn't that thrilled about it.
When promicin hit the streets, she was the first one there. She was able to get a couple of vials, I don't know how. We'd talked about how important we thought they were, the 4400, and how they could make such a great difference in the world... For that reason, she gave me one of the vials.
I waited for so long... See, I have terrible luck, always had... I figured that it would be bad if something happened to me so far away from home, and I never even got the chance to say goodbye to the people I loved. Never got a chance to explain to them... Yeah, I'm a natural pessimist, I know.
But there are risks to promicin, and I wasn't ignorant about them, and didn't take them lightly for even a moment. I knew what the alternatives were. A gift or death. The chance of helping the world or death. I know I repeat the death part a lot here, but I was afraid to die. That's why I didn't take it at first.
I managed to smuggle it back with me on the plane, inside a shampoo bottle. It stayed there, hidden, for a month or so, and I didn't do anything with it. Now, the reasons ranged from fear of death to my fear of needles.
Everything changed when someone emailed me that video about that girl Devon. She risked it, and it didn't work, but does that lessen her effort somehow? Of course not. If you die trying to save someone, is that less than if you die and save them? Not in my eyes.
So I finally got up the nerve and wrote the longest good-bye note to my parents and to my friends (just in case). I wanted them to have answers in case something happened to me... Like... death!
Anyway, I finally did it... and nothing happened. Well, not exactly nothing... I worried and panicked for about the next 48 hours which is what I had read the time frame was. So those were the worst 48 hours of my life. I guess that's a good thing, in a way. Everything else might be easier...
It's been 48 hours and 22 minutes to be exact... So far I'm still here.