Chapter one

Sam Lunaes

Power: Technopath

This is my life. No one cares for me. People say I'm an outcast, a retard. I am different. I can control the machinery around me when I'm sad, scared, angry, or hurt. I once hurt someone with these powers. I now have to be locked away from everyone.

I am different. And no one can know about my difference. My name is Sam Lunaes. I am thirteen. I have no friends. I am a nerd, though people call me a geek. I am from Spanish and Russian descent. I have blue eyes, freckles, and brown hair. My eyes are big, another difference. I am very scrawny. I don't eat. I just don't feel hungry. Ever. I give my food to my sister when Mom is not looking. I make her think I eat. I make her think I sleep. I make her think I care about life.

My father is dead. He was killed by the mafia. They took a knife to his heart. My mom is depressed. She had my little sister after that. We named her Clover. Clover for luck. We needed it after that. This is when the whole thing started. How I got friends. How I learned to care about life. Even though it began terribly.

Oh, yeah. I live in a place called Gravity Falls.

I was walking down the street, with my blue hood pulled up over my face. I was walking home after sitting, alone, at the park. I was crossing the street, thinking how crappy life was, was when something big and cold hit me. I was flying through the air. My back hit the ground.

All the while, someone was screaming. I saw someone running toward me. Their voice is loud. Too loud. I would've winced if I could've. My too-large eyes are closing against my command. I hear a siren. Why is there a siren? A hand enters my vision. They somehow block out the noise and lights. They are calming me down. I can tell.

I feel hands picking me up and putting me on something. I don't know why. Was I hit by something? There was all that screaming… I hear a voice filled with hysteria.

"What happened? Where is he? Is he ok? Please tell me my baby boy is ok!" Mom. I hear a deeper voice. One that said that I meant something. One that said, I love you, Sammy Boy. One that told me it was ok when… when They brought out a knife.

"Just hang on, Sam. It's not your time yet. I love you, Sammy Boy."

Dad? No! Dad can't be here! He's dead! But yet, he was here… Was I dying? Am I dying? I have to control my powers! Have to… Have to… I can't hurt the people helping me! Conceal… Don't show… Don't feel… Argh! I can't!

I hear a high pitched voice yelling at someone. They are saying it's their fault. I want to know who they are talking too. I want to know, but the doors are closing of the ambulance. I hear people talking before I pass out.

I really hope hope you enjoyed this! New chapters in the future! I will try to update SIL, but later than sooner. Sorry...