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Prologue
I always knew that I wasn't normal. Not like the people who would walk by me, barely glancing, or not glancing at all. I always knew that they weren't blessed, or cursed, with my… abilities. When I would sit in the alleys of NYC, people bustling by, no one would ever slow down and say anything kind to the little, dirty girl, with tear tracks running down her grimy face. Even when she grew older, and the tear tracks would slowly vanish, slowly, no one had the time to say comforting words or even throw a sympathetic glance once in a while. Soon, she, (I,) would remember everyone walking by, taking the same path to work every day, wearing the same bored faces, or sometimes the faces of the late, rushing to catch the bus.
Some days, when I would grow so bored with the constant people, the constant rush, the constant lack of caring for the less-fortunate, I would find myself on the roof of one of the buildings concealing my alley. I would watch the peoples' expressions to see if they noticed the creepy, dark girl had vanished. No one had. But I could deal. Who needed strangers caring, right? But, still, it would've helped.
So, I would stay on the building until it would grow dark, and the people on the streets would slowly trickle away, to their warmed houses, with the company of others that I would never be able to enjoy. Instead, all I could do was unfurl my blessing/curse, and sprint across the roof, feeling the cold, the bite, the sting, and try to forget everything that had happened, the causes of my screwed-up life. All I could do now was jump, fly away from everything that haunted me, all my curses, my problems, my issues. And I did. At least for tonight.