Every Tear That Falls

Different

Ally

Prologue - Different

            Most people outgrow their fear of the dark when they’re little. If you’re like me, you don’t. I’m 12 years old and every night I’m scared to fall asleep and do my best to wake up at 6 in the morning every morning. Even on the weekends. So, you could say that I’m not normal.

            It’s not my fault, really. I was born like this. Even when I was little I would wake up at midnight – or later – screaming about things that weren’t really there. My mom told me not to tell anyone about it. And I didn’t.

            At least, not until this year.

            For the most part, it was easy not to say a word of what I saw in the shadows, but soon it became too much for me to handle.

            They made me do things that I didn’t want to do. But in the end, it was really me, even if it was done at night. My family never noticed. Most of my friends didn’t notice. It took a month or so for someone to finally notice. But she was the only one.