Things have… Definitely changed since I woke up from my apparent comma. Oh yeah, about that, the doc and my 'parents' claimed that it was caused by me sliding back off a thing of ice and whacking my head on the pavement. At first of course I didn't believe them… But the bump on the back of my head made me second guess my suspicions.

Firstly, nothing is really as I said it is. My parents and siblings absolutely adore me, my school welcomes me with open arms, and to top everything off…We'll, I don't actually have any 'powers'.

Honestly, I don't know what to think. How the months of travelling with the Cirque could have been fake… I just couldn't believe it…

Darren, Rebecca…

Evra…

I shook my head, depressed, as my eyes remained glued to the pavement that I was walking on. School had just ended for the day, and I was eager to get home and close myself off in my room. Away from everything…

You'd think I'd be happy about all…This. I mean, this is what I wanted. To be accepted by my loved ones… Right? But in the end, my home was back with the 'freaks' even if they were just a figment of my imagination.

My gaze hazed over that empty parking lot. You remember, the one that had once been occupied by the infamous Mr. Tiny? I had to force myself to look away once I reached my car.

It wasn't real.

None of what had happened was real.

My expression drooped as my keys fell into the ignition. I pulled out of the parking lot and continued to drive down the road. To home. As happy as my parents were to see me, I dreaded going back there. At least here, driving in my car, I wasn't constantly reminded of HIM. Hell, I couldn't even flip on the radio. Music… It always brought back on those so called fake memories. I haven't heard a single lyric since I woke up.

I'd be lying though if I said I didn't miss it.

Reluctantly I parked my car on the road beside my house, too weirded out by this entire ordeal to make use of the huge garage that the building sported. Even as the engine shut off I continued to sit there, my hands clinging onto the steering wheel.

I felt the temptation.

The one I always got when in access of a vehicle.

The temptation to run.

I threw myself out of my car, falling onto all fours as I emptied my stomach onto the grass I landed on. Breathing heavily as I sat up. A bead of sweat formed and rolled down my neck.

Lately I couldn't do a thing to stop myself from throwing up. In most cases I probably would wind up losing at least around five pounds by now, but I've actually gained weight!

I wiped my mouth off with the sleeve of my shirt, shakily standing back to my feet before making my way to the front door and walking inside. I had finally gained enough courage to ask my doctor about the whole sickness thing, and he quickly passed it off as a side effect to what happened. Wouldn't even give me a proper examination!

Prick.

But even with the truth of his diagnoses I couldn't be sure. I mean, the aftermath of the whole comma thing should've ended by now…

Then again, I don't have a medical degree.

The moment the front door opened there was my mom, standing, waiting for me. Her hands were covered by a cloth, telling me that she had been making dinner but stopped upon my arrival.

Still not used to the love, man.

"Welcome home sweet heart." She smiled, walking over and reaching toward me for a hug which I quickly dodged away from.

"I'm not hungry." I said, persistently before hurrying up to my room and leaving her to bask alone at what I said.

I was in no mood for her.

Or this continuous charade.