School started back up a couple days later. As always I was alone, no one ever liked to talk to me, hang out with me, let alone be near me. My grandpa says I scare people with my mind, with what I see. " Your mind can be a scary place." My grandma always used to say. I was lonely that day, going through my thoughts. What had I done? Did I really have that powerful of a mind or were the things I see really there? A few years ago
my mom took me to go see a counselor they told my mom I was crazy that I was either going through a phase or that I am only seeing what would be my dad in my imagination. Its not true. I told the counselor that day " How do you look through a two-way mirror? Right! You can't only one person sees through and in this case your not the one seeing through. Your the one sitting on the floor on the other side of that mirror begging for mercy! You don't know who's on the other side of the mirror, you can't see what I see.... But I can see what you see!" I never went back to the counselors again. After a while I got this one friend. Yes I remember her. What was her name again.... Uh uh oh yes! Tori! That was her name, we used to be the best of friends. We have separated since elementary school. She understood me because she could see what I could see. It's been about ten years since I have last seen Tori. She moved before we could go to middle school together. I miss her. Sometimes It's really hard facing what you can't do alone. But that's ok, everyone's alone in their minds.
