Four years ago, when I was only five years old, I was being tracked by the government. Because of a strange ability that I had, one separate from the sight, the government wanted to use me for its own gain. My parents feared for my life, so they kept me in hiding, moving from place to place every few weeks. This went on for roughly a year before they found me. They were part of a government group that specialized in investigating the supernatural. They were charged with searching for me and bringing me to the White House for investigation once I was found. They ambushed me at the hotel that my parents and I were staying at. My parents were out for a quiet evening by themselves, something they didn't get to do very often, and had therefore left me alone. The agents snuck into our hotel room later in the evening, passed my bed time, in hopes of taking me while I was sleeping without making a fuss. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I never slept when there wasn't someone else around, so I was awake when they attacked. I ran out of the room in terror, however, they cornered me at the end of a hallway. The man leading the search approached me, holding a knife in his hand. I didn't understand why they wanted me. All I knew was that these people wanted to take me away and that their leader was threatening me with a knife. He tried to grab me, but I dodged him and ran between his legs, tripping him. I tried to get to the lobby, where there would hopefully be someone who could help me, but I was grabbed by the group's leader before I could reach the stairs. The hotel guards, who had been told by my parents that this could happen, confronted the kidnappers, and the leader put the knife to my throat, threatening to kill me as he made his way to the window they had come in through. As the leader tried to escape, a shootout began. In the commotion, I grabbed a pencil on a table we had passed and thrust it over my right shoulder, driving it through my captor's right eye. It didn't go deep enough to kill him, but it was enough to make him let go. The guards kept me from being taken away, but the lead agent, in his anger, used his knife to slash my left eye, leaving this scar. The hotel guards took me to the hospital and called my parents to let them know what had happened.
After the incident, my mother didn't let me out of her sight for six months, and never let me get too far from her for another six months, something my father still hasn't forgiven me for. The scar healed, but it became a hindrance to the sight. For one thing, every time I activate the sight, the scar reopens, which causes blood to get into my eye. Luckily, that usually only happens once I deactivate the sight. However, it also prevents me from controlling my energy as efficiently as I used to, which means that I have to use a lot more energy to maintain the sight. The lack of energy control also means that my body takes a lot more damage than it would otherwise, making the sight much more dangerous to use. Because of this, only use it as a last resort. I've never told anyone about this ability, since it would draw even more attention to myself, and I've definitely never told anyone about this weakness.
Until now.