Based on a true story.
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Prologue…
From day one, people knew I wasn't the normal average child from Forks.
You see, I've always been a little weird. Nobody knew why, I had always been known as the 'freak'.
But, over the years I got used to it. In junior school I got bullied rotten, but I can't really remember much of it. I can remember getting up in the morning though and crying; then I went to school and cried, then I came home and cried. That was what my life was evolved around. I can't ever remember being happy. But I think I should start my story from the start.
The second I was born the nurses said 'Well she's been here before, I'm sure.' As I was born with my eyes open and I could see and hear everything around me. Now, that may be normal in some cases but not mine. My mom Renée and dad, Charlie said I used to walk around talking to things that weren't there, and I used to live with the 'faeries'. I slept with my eyes open and I slept walked every single night. I used to sit at the top of my stairs and then fall straight to the bottom. Mom used to have to keep me down stairs after that as I usually had concussion. Only of course, I can't remember any of this. Mom told me that she woke up one morning with me pointing a squirt-y gun at her head once, but I was still asleep.
Freaky how these things happen isn't it.
Only, things didn't get better. As I never had anyone to play with at school, I had my own little world in my head with my imaginary friends and faeries. I had friends sometimes but they were never real friends and only now have I realised that they only played with me to say nasty things behind my back.
You see, I've always had contact to the supernatural world. Not physic, but still….Weird. I can't see dead people, but I can hear them and feel them. Sometimes I talk to them, even though they don't say anything back. Even though I don't believe that I'm physic, I get a lot of dreams that come real; a bit like Déjà vu but real. The first time I can remember that happening is when I was around seven years old and I went to England for a holiday in Cornwall. We went to a fish and chip shop, as you don't really get them in America and we went upstairs. As soon as I walked into the shop, I knew I had seen it before. But I had never been to England before so how was that supposed to happen. Then me, being as clumsy as I am, fell straight down the stairs and nearly fainted but I didn't. All I could see was the vision going around my head that I had had a year before. I knew it was going to happen but I couldn't prevent it because I couldn't remember it.
Now, that happens a lot and I'm used to it. But I think it comes down to ghosts. Something bad always happens when I have these dream/vision things and I think the ghosts are controlling it. I think something pushed me down those stairs.
You see, I've always been a bit weird and telling people is not a good thing to do. I thought it was normal so I don't censor my feelings or thoughts. Now I know better.
Except, I'm still the school freak and I am isolated from the world. I feel so alone. But I have learned to be strong. Now you should look at me.
Hey, I'm not sure how long this story is going to be, but I know that it' going to be quite short.
Please tell me what you think x
P.S I'M BACK! x