The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

1. Once Upon a Time

I’m not good at telling stories.

There are some people who can make words come to life, who can bring you back in time and show you what happened with their words. I’m not like that. I’m really, really bad at telling about things that have happened.

Because where do I start? When is “Once Upon A Time”? It changes for every story you tell, and I can never figure out where it is when I need it.

I’m going to try and write my story, because I think it might be easier than telling it. I’ll do my best not to skip important things or jump around. However, as stated above, I suck at storytelling. Bear with me.

My tale begins a long time ago. Sixteen and a half years, to be pretty exact. It starts on October thirteenth, 1997. It had been a Monday morning with a stormy sky. On that same day, that same morning, a squealing red scrap of humanity was brought into our world.

But that story is boring. I’m not going to lie to you. I wasn’t rich, but I wasn’t poor. I was privileged, I was educated. I had some good friends growing up, and for most of my life I was loved by my family. It was an ordinary childhood.

That wasn’t my real story.

My tale begins the summer day that I woke up in a cold, dark room. That day I learned what “fear” really is. It was the last day that I was ever alone.

It was also the last day that I was a human being.