On May 19, 2003 my life changed completely forever… and it only took a second…
I don't actually know for sure why or how it happened. They say it was because I made a choice. The doctor said it's because of a genetic mutation. My parents say it's all in my head, like when and old lady lifts up a car to save her grandchild. I don't really know what to think. All I know is that it changed my life forever.
I was always bullied in high school. I had always been different. I was quiet and yes, a big nerd. The cheerleaders would make fun of me, and the jocks would push me around. It seemed like I could never catch a break. Everyday I was subject to verbal and physical abuse at the hands of my peers… that is until May 19, 2003. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, and I will never forget. I was in the school cafeteria, and after I had gone and bought my lunch I walked out to the courtyard. As I was walking out into the sun soaked courtyard one of the football jocks walked up to me, followed by a bunch of his jock teammates. He was tall, muscular, and blond, the perfect specimen of High School football quarterback.
"You took the last piece of cake! Give it to me!" he told me quietly but forcefully. It was crowded and very loud in the cafeteria. Only those whom were right next to us would be able to hear us, and since his jock friends surrounded us I knew that I had no way out. He was giving me the usual jock stare down that meant I am better than you; you don't deserve to be here. "Give it to me now, or I'll punch your face in!" I knew that he wasn't lying. He wouldn't do it here with everyone watching. Too much risk, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it later.
"Fine" I said "You can have it" and just as I set my tray down and was about to hand it to him… that's when it happened. They say it is different for everyone. For me it was like something inside me snapped. Something inside of me had finally had enough, and finally started to fight back. I hit him so hard he flew across the room into the large glass windows of the courtyard, shattering them. At first it seemed like he had been knocked unconscious, but he finally sat up with his bloody nose and stared me down.
"Freak!" he screamed. I could feel all of the eyes of the other students in the cafeteria on me. "You're going to pay for that!" and then with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes, he ran away. Everyone in the cafeteria sat in silence for a few moments, and then it was like a bomb had gone off. A bomb filled with laughing gas. Everyone was clapping and laughing… and they weren't laughing at me this time. He and his friends had terrorized the school for so long… they were finally getting their due. I had a sudden feeling of satisfaction. Like somehow I wasn't the victim anymore…. That is until the school narks came and dragged me away to the dean's office.
I have permanently blocked out the events immediately following that day. They don't really matter anymore anyway. That's not who I am now. The important thing is that some time after that incident in the school cafeteria I met a guy who introduced himself to me as Alexander Harris. I don't know why I listened to him, let alone why I trusted him, but it's not like I really had a choice anyway. It was all kind of creepy when he explained it too me, but it in a way it made more sense than anything anyone else had come up with. He explained everything to me; about the nightmares, my newfound strength, and why I always felt like someone was watching me. At first it was kind of creepy, but after a while it gave me a sense of purpose, of belonging. I'm still not sure how he did it, but somehow he convinced my parents to send me to boarding school in England. I spent a few weeks being trained there by these people who call themselves "watchers". Ever since then I've been living in Scotland with Mr. Harris, working everyday to protect the world from vampires, demons and the forces of evil. I am a slayer.