Prologue:
I stayed up hidden in my room, keeping quiet. My mind was numb, my legs bent close to my torso, my arms wrapped around them; my chin resting on my knees as I looked out my window. My heart ached, and my lungs twinged in slight pain; my eyes stung from tear, becoming itchy and red.
Why did I have to be a freak?
My parents were downstairs arguing on what to do with me; turn me into the cops, send me in for government testing, or throw me out on the streets. I preferred the latter.
As a twenty-seven year old college student (I was studying to be a doctor, per my father's request, I hated it) and I had come home for the holidays, something that was supposed to be fun and festive. Yet, in all my memories this, by far, was the worst Thanksgiving ever. I wanted to run, and never stop, but I didn't have the heart to run away from my parents, even if they could run out on me. They were all I had.
But, now, I had no one.
I remembered where it all began. I hated that I ignored the warning signs. Increased need for water, plants being healthier when I was around, waking up from nightmare and be burning up, or the need to be outside.
I suppose it was my fault, my fault I was like this. Maybe I didn't take enough caution in science class. Maybe I was born a freak.
My parents had continued to scream at each other, and I sat on my bed, alone. Maybe all I would ever be is alone.