Isolation #JustWriteIt

Prolouge

I, Annie Marty, am no ordinary kid, i can see things that nobody should ever see. It started when I was about 6, i went to my school and the teacher shook my hand. I remember the pain, it felt like needle traveling through my hand making it way up my arm scraping every artery then creeping up to my neck fro the few second it was traveling up my neck I couldn't breath. But then it hit my head, i felt like i was just hit over the head, but then i saw it. It was my teacher, on top of a building. Maybe it was a few years from then because  she didn't look very old in the vision but then i watched as the salty tears ran down her face and the fell. When it ended i found all eyes on me, i was standing by my teacher crying and nobody knew why. I just told my teacher i wasn't feeling well and the nurse called my mom and she picked me up.

I told her about everything, she didn't believe me and the next day she sent me back to school, i managed to stay away from people but when i did even bump into somebody the feeling happened again. Only this time rooting from my ankle. This time i wasn't silently crying this time i was screaming in agony, The needle slowly runny up my leg then to my stomach, hurting even more in my stomach hitting every wall on my stomach and my back making me collaps onto the floor. It felt like somebody was ringing out my stomach like a rag, twisting and squeezing at my insides only with a needle. i was only a matter of time before it made its way back into my neck suffocating me then it hit my head. I saw him maybe as an 80 year old holding maybe his daughters hand in a hospital bed when all of a sudden the beeps turned into one flat line and  the girl sitting next to him starts to fall and cry, then it was gone and i was on the floor. I went home again. 

That night my mom was concerned and called my school and told them that i should probably be kept from contact fro a while, she still sent me to school but i was always isolated in the corner. But one day, i remember my teacher coming in crying. She told us that her dad had died and half of the girls in the class cried, i didn't cry for her dad, i mean i was crying, but that was only because i knew what would happen next, to her, i wont see her tomorrow, or the day after that or ever again. when the bell rang marking the end of the day, i walked up to her desk and said "Please don't do it, but if you do, goodbye i'm going to miss you" and that was  the last time i ever saw her.  Well unless you count the constant news about it. 

The night all the news was released my mom believed me, she took me out of school and i haven't been to a school since. This all took place while i was 6, i was to young to have this happen, i was scared, for one i saw my teacher and a classmate die before they even know how they were going to go. I was traumatized, and i never left my room. I made my family bring me food, i did school on my laptop. It wasn't until my mom died away that i came out of my shell. seeing the house again was like i had just come home after being born, i was a stranger to everything in it. It was convenient though that i had a bathroom in my room. But i kind of wished i hadn't then it would give me a reason to leave the messy room. I haven't even seen anybody aside from my mom and dad in about 8 years and i was now 14 and mortified. 

But the strange thing was, i kind of enjoyed my moms funeral, not in that way. I hated to see my mom in a casket, it pained me to see her get lowered into the ground. That to me a was a permeant reminder that i will never see her again, she wont be with me anymore. But aside from that, i enjoyed to talk to my relatives who i haven't seen in more than 8 years. But more importantly i enjoyed running and being outside for a change. Though it was me running through a graveyard, that didn't stop me from enjoying myself for the first time in 8 years.

That basically catches you up to the current date, i am 14 years old. Still mortified, i do come out of my room every once in a while but that is only to walk to the graveyard. I enjoy being in company of my mom. It made me feel safe. Sometimes i would just lay over her for hours on end and talk to her. Does that make me crazy from imagining her reply and having conversations with her. If i am crazy to you for doing this, i shouldn't  be she is the only person i trust. She was with me way more than my dad ever was, i don't really think he believes me about the whole thing. Him and mom always fought about it. but i don't really talk to him that much anymore. Im officially in full Isolation.