It was diagnosed a many years back. It was a horrific day. It felt like someone was slowly stripping my skin off. But at that point in time I was too young to realize the extent of my future pain.
"You have Craniopharyngiomas, it's a type of brain tumor, that effects people of your age, it's probably why you've stopped gaining weight, it explains your headaches and significant vision loss. It's too close to some very important nerves to operate. This can cause future nausea, migraines, more vision loss, stunted growth... and if things get out of hand you'll lose your life."
My mother was in tears. My father looked down. He spoke a single word.
"Thanks."
He took my hand and my mother's, and dragged us. On his way out he picked up multiple pieces of paper. Little did I know those were prescriptions. Painkillers, artificial hormones, and many more.
I grew up taking all these medications, I also lost a lot of my vision, without my big thick glasses, I couldn't see an inch in front of my face. My parents slowly stripped me of my basic rights.
"Now honey, we don't want you to get hurt in school."
"Now sweetie, you can't go grocery shopping with us because you're brain is sick."
"You'll never be able to like the other kids, here ya go, basic addition."
The list goes on. I taught myself basic math and advanced math, up to 12th grade. Same thing with every subject. I was smarter than what my parents gave me credit for.
The one thing I could thank the tumor for was somehow, it gave me incredible musical and artistic abilities. After uploading a secret livestream of my musical and artistic talent, I gained a whole bunch of attention to me and my story. This is where my life really starts. I got an email from an unknown sender.
Mniccals@gmail.com:
Subject: Band
Pickin you up tonight, love. Be packed and ready.
I laughed. I wish. I put the email in junk, got into pjs, tucked myself in, and slept.
I woke up in a dark area, it was enclosed. It seemed like the tests they put me through in the hospital. I ignored it. I was so sick and tired of worrying about that damned tumor. I fell back asleep.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Beautiful. But unfamiliar. I smelled the air. It didn't smell filtered like my room's air. It smelled like what I presumed to be cigarette smoke. I've never actually smelled it, only heard descriptions. The vile smell was sent right to my gut and put a horrible bought of nausea on me. I started to get dizzy, realizing the tumor was acting up and pushing on my head, it gave me a massive headache. I yelped and fell to my knees. It was obvious I needed my meds. It was getting worse. I screamed. I could hear footsteps coming to the room, I started to cry. I finally realized what was happening. The thought of whoever was put there touching me... the door creaked open. A boy... man? With blue hair stepped in and screamed.
"CHRIST!! Are you ok?"
I just writhed. My vision started going blurry. No... I can't lose more of my vision. I felt the pressure building up. I just whimpered and screamed again.
"Oh no... here... uh... he picked these up."
The boy handed me my meds. I injected one of the immediate painkillers into my arm and gobbled down the rest. I looked at him and saw his eyes. Blackish red.
"You have a hyphema...."
"H-how'd you know?"
"I do my research..."
"What was wrong with you back there?"
I stared at him coldly.
"Nothing you need to know.... but here's something I need to know... where are we, who are you, why am I here?"
