All I remember is pain, it being the thing that blinded my tender heart, marking it black with bitterness. They broke me with every cell in my body. They are evil and pathetic. I hate them.
~ At 16 years of age~
"Alex Marie Smith come get your breakfast right now and stop playing with your phone!" My mom calls down from the kitchen. "Coming momma!" I yell back with happiness in my voice. Momma always makes the best pancakes! My mom is in her early 50's and still looks beautiful. I hope I'm as pretty as her when I'm older! I run down stairs and walk into the kitchen to sit at the table. It was just another day in our house, just me and my momma. My sister doesn't even care about us and is off doing God knows what. And my Daddy died from cancer about 3 months ago from now. It's been really hard to adjust and the pain never truly goes away. I'm pretty mature for a teen. I've have a lot happen in my like already.
I eat my pancakes in silence like I have been doing for the past few months. It's become quite in the house sense he died. Me and my mom love each other it's just we're sad and just don't care to talk a lot anymore.
I feel as though I'm cursed. I feel like all my life there has been something not human about me but I just don't know what. I do know that I feel and see things that are not there. Of course I have never told anyone because if they knew then I would be punished. The world I live in can be very nice if you stay in the box. I just wish I could spread my wings.
My days are very normal, eat, go to school, and sleep. I have a few friends but not really close ones. Speaking of school it's time for me to go. I kiss my mom on the forehead and leave. My last week of being a junior! One more year and then I can spread my wings!
I look at myself in the hallway mirror and see normal staring back at me. I have shoulder length brown wavy hair and blue eyes. I have a prettyish face I guess, I'm "5 11 which makes me freakishly tall as a girl. I've got long legs and a long torso. I have pretty pale skin with and olive tone to it.
I stop looking at myself and open the door hoping today won't be too bad. Little did I know my life was about to change big time.Author's Note
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The Girl Who Saw Too Much
TerrorThe Girl who saw too much, knew too much, and hurt too much.