This is Just the Prolouge :) :)
Alice is eight years old.
I never had a Childhood… all I know is pain. All I remember is countless nights sleeping on the cold hard cement of our basement, being hidden from the rest of the world. I never felt the same love that Cynthia got, the same adoring parents, the same… life. And only because I am different. I have been deemed as dead to the rest of the town, simply because I see what others can only wait for. It's not my fault. I never wanted this. My biggest dream is to be held. Just cherished, being loved by anyone. Once my mother discovered my secret ability at the age of six, I was thrown out of the house, and placed into the 'system' waiting for someone to pick me out, like a dog.
But, I know, I am too old. I am broken. I am to forever be locked in a small bedroom, hiding my visions from the supervisors. No one wants me. I am impossible to love.
My heart has turned cold, and died, leaving a carcass of what used to be.