I was getting another headache. Whether or not that was from my new-found weirdness or the busy airport was anyone's guess.
You see, I wasn't exactly normal; never had been. However, things had gotten strange about six months ago, on my seventeenth birthday. I had never really fit in with anyone and I was always the odd one out. On the night of my birthday it became more than that.
It started with a pounding headache when I awoke, that quickly turned into a migraine while I was out for tea with Renee and Phil. By the time we got home, I was in so much pain I passed out in the kitchen. I was taken to the hospital where they found nothing wrong with me It seemed like I was only asleep. I don't remember any of it. What I did remember, though, is the strange part. Call it a dream or a vision or whatever, but it was so realistic, so lifelike that I had no choice but to believe it was a memory, even though it seemed to be hundreds of years ago in a different time and place.
I had been having these strange dreams, or memories, ever since. Though my reaction to them has decreased since the first time, I still get bad headaches and sometimes get nauseated with their oncoming. Instead of passing out, now my eyes would just close or glaze over. Renee had been trying to get me to see a psychiatrist about it since the doctor ruled out anything medical. Something about that scared me more than I could ever explain though, so I refused, but I knew I could only do so for so long. I had been down playing the situation since it started, with the visions occurring once or twice a fortnight, and now they were nearly every second day.
Mum was getting more and more suspicious of me hiding them. That's the main reason I'm leaving.
Not that I'd ever let Renee or Charlie know that.
"Bella baby, are you sure about this? You know you don't have to leave. You can come with us." Renee said half-heartedly. Trying to be a good mother while secretly wanting this time to be alone with her new husband.
"It's ok mum. It's about time I spent some time with Cha-Dad. Besides, you and Phil need some time alone." I said for the hundredth time.
"Well then, we better hit the road. That plane isn't going to wait for us." Phil said. He had thankfully offered to drive me to the airport himself as he knew how Renee could get.