I've always been an outsider. People shunned me away, because of my 'freakish' way of seeing and hearing things. I used to hide in closets during school because when I was sitting with all of those kids and the teachers, my head would feel like it was splitting in two.
My parents. That's a different subject. I knew them up until I was seven, then they put me up for adoption because they didn't want me.
They said they couldn't take care of me because they didn't have enough money, but I know the truth. They though I was a freak because of what I'm like.
Let me explain. I don't see like most people do. When someone looks at a monument, say The Alamo, they see the present state of it. I see the Past, Present and Future. I saw the Alamo when it was being bombarded my Mexicans. I saw William Barrett Travis die, Santa Anna killing Texans. I see the present state of it, and the future.
I was born like that. I don't know what it's like to 'see'. To perceive with your eyes. I've never 'seen' like that. And when I got to Camp Half-Blood, whew. It was bad.
Whoa whoa whoa. I'm getting ahead of my self. Let me explain. It started one afternoon in late May...