I'm a young girl of about seventeen years old, with pixie black hair and a petite body. To strangers I seem normal or insane, depending on what day they see me on. The people I've grown up around know me a little different; they don't know me at all.
Everyone has some kind of emotional baggage that changes us completely. To most people those changes only happen on the inside but for special people like me I can see the physical changes as well. Subtle little changes an ordinary, ignorant person would commonly look over.
Sometimes it can distort the entire body to where they look nothing like the former being. For example if someone was hurt emotionally by a loved one. Except there are rare moments when someone has a break through to some kind of happiness in which case they radiate like a night time star.
It's a complicated power, I know. Though I am not alone. It would be dense of me to believe I was the only one who could do something different. I was just the lucky one who found them.
The name is Trixie VonHalstalk and to the people that know me I am the most understanding person anyone could ever come in contact with, because I know exactly what everyone is going through- and I sometimes wish I was kidding.
"Can anyone tell me what countries were at war in World War II and what they-"rambled on my history teacher Mrs. Deek, giving me a splitting headache. I tried not to look at her because behind her bright, highlighted hair and silky new dress I could see that her husband abused her. Like most women in that situation she was petrified too leave him for fear that he would take their only son Daniel away to Canada to live with his overly religious family.
There wasn't really anywhere I could look without seeing a person's most scarring moments or emotions, at least not at school. They were easier to ignore in a bigger crowd like a mall or something but not at Van Wert High School home of the cougars. Van Wert County, Ohio has a population of 28,496 people, not exactly the largest in the US but big enough to where I wasn't driven crazy by every single person emotional little secrets.
The bell rang an annoying high pitched beep on the speaker that made my headache pulse. School wasn't over but at least it was lunch. This would give me time to finish my algebra II homework that I neglected to do the night before.
The weather was nice and I sat down in the grass near a bunch of emo girls whose only emotional problems are that their rich bitch parents don't understand them.
I could tune out my power if I wanted to; see the masked version of everyone. I had actually tried this for a while when my freshman year but it had slowly driven me mad, with constant black outs and the zapping of my energy. Holding in your power for even an hour or two drained my energy considerably. Causing me to fall asleep at school and assorted other places like the movies or the car.
It was different when I met others with similar abilities. I could sense their mental wounds only slightly unlike a regular human being where it is the first thing I realize. What masked it was something completely alien. Not sure exactly how to explain it but every time I have met a loner, like myself, I can only feel a strong pressure. Unlike others where I can only feel their current emotion and how they felt when their scarring began.
We call ourselves loners because we may have each other but there is no one else who can fully comprehend what effect these "abilities" have on our everyday lives. We are all mostly teenagers or young adults in our mid twenties because every generation of loners before us has perished due to unknown reasons. Many have been searching for the answer to the disappearance for years now only to run into a wall of gossip and rumors.
We are united but alone.
