The Hidden World

The First Time...

I knew my parents thought I was crazy. And maybe I was. But it was their fault. They pushed me there, to far, aways from others, in a dark room, filled with dark memories...

I was sitting on the edge of a picnic table top, swinging my little 7 year old legs back and forth. All the other kids were having a fun time. Smiling, laughing, yelling, playing, everything they could do really.

I was the only one not playing. I didn't ever get to play with the others. I had always been pushed away once they found out who I really was on the inside. They were all mean to me after that. They called me names and made fun of me all the time. And if they weren't mean to me then they were scared to even be in the same world as me. They avoided me and screamed when they saw me coming down the halls in the school building or over to the other side of the playground. I would rather them be mean to me then afraid, but I can't really make them be mean now can I?

They always called me things like:

Demonic, Deranged, Lunatic, Terrifying, Horrid, A Little Monster...

I try not to let it get to me, but I can't help it. Every time I think of it I feel like either crying my eyes out, or slitting their throats open. This time I feel like the second one. Now I know what you're thinking, How could a little 7 year old be thinking of these things and be so calm with it? Well, I'm mentally older than I am physically. I am mentally 17 years old right now in all honesty. The doctors that looked me over about a week or so back had told my parents that I was way older than 7 mentally. And that they could treat me like an adult almost already. They were surprised but said alright to it.

I had been thinking about what it would be like to kill them all when I felt a nearby presence behind me. I snapped my head up and turned around to look. I saw a...Well...What looked to be a man in a black suit, snow while skin, and no face... I stared at him for a couple of seconds before I blinked. And then he was gone. Just like that. I looked around in hopes of seeing him again and realized that I was all alone on the playground. I saw the buses for school leave and realized that I had missed the bus... Again.

That was weird though...It was just recess a few seconds ago...Oh well.

I sighed and jumped off the table top. I took one last look around the forest outline before turning and leaving the strange feeling of being watched behind. Mom and dad were gonna be working overtime at the office today so that meant that I would be home alone for a couple of hours. "I'm glad I get to be alone for at least a little bit today." I thought to myself as i began walking home.