Emojis ORGINAL

Six

*Chasten*
I think it was about six when it happened. When we realized I could sense and feel others emotions.

I was always so good at guessing others emotions. But I was horrible on trying to make them go away.

My best friend, Joe Malard took a turn for the worse. He turned into the neighborhood bully. He took after his brother, John.

Before I knew what old Joe had become, we roamed the streets looking for younger people to pick on. I thought it was just a game. They know we don't mean it.

One day, Joe and I decided that we'll pick on the new girl on the street. I didn't want to, I had a horrible head ache. My parents had been fighting (again) and I wanted to stay in bed.

But of course Joe insisted and I went with him. After all, he was the Alpha.

I tagged along, my head ache hurting more every step we took.

Past the Smith's house who contained a five year old that Joe loved to point out his crisscrosses eyes. The five year old saw us and ran in side.

I felt a stab of fear. I shouldn't be thinking this. My six year old self thought. You're with Joe. You have nothing to fear.

But my already pounding headache worsened when we passed the O'Riley's house. They had a son and a daughter that had a horrible stutter. They were drawing on the side walk with chalk. As soon as they saw us, they ran for mommy.

At last, we reached the little girls house. And just like that, my head ache disappeared. The little girl came up running to us, breathless.

"Hi!" She squeaked.

"Hi, mousy." Joe said cruelty in his tone.

She looked taken aback and looked at me for help. I scrunched up my face, making it mean. Warily, she looked back at Joe.

I felt a growing sense of fear that made me want to run all the way back home. I felt mistrust of these strange boys. Strange boys? The only strange boys here were me and Joe.

"... Do you have mouse ears mousy?" Joe asked sneering.
Still taken aback she answered truthfully, not getting that she was getting teased.

"N-no. I have normal ears like you." She said.

"No you don't! You have mouse ears because you are a mouse mousy!" Joe said angry. To punctuate his point, he slapped her.

I felt a burst of hurt, fear and an overwhelming desire to run.

Her lower lip quivered.
"I'm not a mouse!" She said quietly.

"Yes you are!" Joe said, slapping her again.

My head ache suddenly came back so viciously that I fell, to the ground, tears trickling down my face.

I heard another slap, a cry of pain and my head ache renewed its attack. I curled myself up into a ball, wishing this would stop and mom would come and help me.

Another slap sounded and I heard sobs. Joe stopped to shout at her.
My head ache was still attacking, but it ebbed, allowing me to look up. With shaky legs, I ran down the drive way, away from the fear, pain and hurt.

Clutching my stomach, for I felt I was going to puke, I ran all the way home. Stomping up the front porch steps, I cried out.

"Momma! My head!" I screamed as a new wave of pain hit me. This one was different, it was a deep grieving sadness that made me want to cry till the world burned.

I heard sobs coming from the kitchen. Staggering towards the sound, I saw Momma in a chair crying like her life depended on it. Deep, racking sobs shook her body as she looked up to me with a tear stained face.

"Momma, what happened?" I asked crawling into her lap.

"Your father left after you went with Joe." She said, pointing to the now empty spot in the driveway where Dad's old pickup used to sit.

"Momma, momma don't cry!" I told her as another knife carved a channel into my heart.

My head ache made it self know and I gasped. Mom looked up.

"What's wrong Chasten?" She asked hiccuping.

"My head huuuuuurrrrts!" I cried into her chest.

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry. Let me get you some medicine." Mom said setting me gently on my chair. Hiccuping, I watched her ruffling through the cabinets. I saw her sneak a couple pain pills before she came back with a small dissolvable aspirin.

I took it but my headache didn't go away.

"Better?" She asked studying me.

I shook my head.

"Give it a couple minutes for it to start working" she said.

I nodded then looked up. She flipped open her old laptop and with a few clicks pulled up a website that read: Ava's Home's! View low priced houses for good quality ANYWHERE!

I was confused. What was wrong with this home?

"Momma? Are we moving?" I asked.

She sighed. "Yes we are. I don't want to stay here."

"Oh." I said still not understanding.

Then I straightened.

"Ok." I said, now fine with the idea of moving. I don't want to stay here anyway. It hurt my head to much.

After that, we moved every year. I knew what happened to me after that. I didn't allow my self to make any friends or become attached to them. I would only hurt them, hurting me.

Still, it was hard. When ever I rejected a potential friend, I felt their hurt. The rejection. But it was worth it. No painful goodbyes. I would just be that kid who sat in the back, wore dark clothes and didn't talk.

What's the point anyway? I leave in a year. Some how, I ended up in Seattle Washington for my junior prom. Before that, I didn't truly know the meaning of change. I think I do now.

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