I was born in Illinois but, when I was five or so my family had moved down to West Virginia for better jobs and a better place to live.
I had always seen things but thought that I was gifted or had a superpower, if only.
Sometimes I would see certain things in front of me usually being things simple like foods or objects.
I would usually try to touch them at first but they would usually just fade or disappear, at times I could even imagine touching them and feeling them but I knew they weren't there.
My first time feeling scared from it was when I was about nine and was sitting in my third grade class, it was play time and the teacher had played some songs as she let us free to relax.
I often liked the music she played, I always loved to hear pop songs and feeling free and relaxed.
During play time the teacher would let us play inside of our classroom and draw or talk.
I always liked to draw, it was very easy for me to draw with my imagination, I liked to draw what I saw.
As it worsened I found drawing them had only made it worse.
That day I had decided to do something different and wanted to craft something, I had walked over to the supplies table and picked up a pair of scissors and began to walk to my desk.
Suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head, not anything physically but instead like the feeling of being watched, a glare like a laser that burned a hole through the back of my head.
I looked back, or at least I had tried my hardest to,
I couldn't.
My legs stopped working and so had almost the rest of my body soon after, I felt thoughts race through my head like bullets.
Abruptly my vision had started to blur and darken as I felt my eyelids touch one another, I felt a free sensation almost as if I was flying.
Falling.
