The Third Eye (#1)

1. Alexander

When I was younger I knew something was different about me.
It began as small, almost inaudible whispers inside my head occasionally. I'd look around me for the source of the noise but nobody's mouths would be moving-- everything would be still, people with their nose in their books and playing on their smartphones. Pursed lips staring ahead of them in complete utter silence. Regardless, in my head I'd continue to hear little voices poking through my thoughts, not talking to me in particular - just conversations, things you'd expect to hear around you, except they were in my head instead. Trying to suppress my fear and confusion, I'd push them aside and classify them as apart of my thoughts, assuming they'd go away when I got older.

I was wrong.

In fact, the opposite happened.

The older I got,the more frequently I'd hear the little whispers, and overtime these little whispers grew louder -- crisper. Soon, I became afraid of my own head, often finding myself in a state of panic. I'd constantly whip around the room in frustration, trying to desperately locate the voices, but again to my dismay, only finding pursed lips facing forward in silence. At home, I'd curl in a ball grasping at my head almost tearing out my hair as I begged my mind to stop - but it didn't. The only time the whispers would come to a stop was when I had a headache, however this was no ordinary headache. It was worst by ten fold. The corners of my eyes would be plagued with dark splotches and my temples would pound rapidly leaving me feeling nauseas. Everything would come to a standstill, and I'd be left with an intense dizziness. Due to this, I'd have to sit out of recess frequently to rest my head, but despite this unrelenting pain in my head I always felt the most calm for I finally was able to breath from all the voices in my head. There were times when my parents and teachers questioned me about my frequent illness, but I only told them about the headaches - never the voices. If they knew about the voices, I'd be labeled crazy for sure and that was something I couldn't bear to handle on top of my own subconscious problems.

I continued to hide this secret of mine for years.

In middle school, the voices continued to grow louder and the headaches came more frequently. One night in particular however stood out to me. In addition to my usual headache, I found myself waking up in searing pain with a scorching sensation down my back. Frantically, I rushed to the bathroom and as I yanked up my shirt I looked into the mirror and to my horror saw a large red scar form halfway down my back. Quickly, I pulled down my shirt, and as I curled in my bed that night I prayed that I was dreaming. But when I woke, the scar was still there, with no explanation at all except the daunting memory of the burning sensation in the night.

With the more exhausting headaches I became bedridden, often missing school. At this point, my parents took me to multiple doctors attempting to find an explanation behind my headaches, but I knew the doctors wouldn't be able to help. They prescribed me endless migraine medicines, and I took them even though I knew they wouldn't cure the headaches, but I did hoping to ease my parents worries. My own worries, however, increased as I'd suffer from horrible extended panic attacks. Pulling out my hair and clawing at my skin desperately begging to the voices to end. My skin became raw from my nails digging into my arms and I resorted to wearing longer sleeves even in the warm weather to prevent others from noticing. There were times I felt I was being driven to the brink of insanity, and I almost was.

Then everything changed.

I was in class one day, and our history lesson for that day focused on the subject of The Third Eye powers. I had heard very little about The Third Eye prior to this, but I had seen individual's on T.V. being arrested for causes relating to this, but I never fully understood until this day. As I read about The Third Eye in the book, the teacher droned on in the background, but I was too focused on the words on the page. There was one particular section that stood out to me: Telepathy - the ability to read minds. It was one of the listed examples in the section. Shakingly, I turned to the boy next to me, and suddenly the voices in my head grew louder once more.

This is so boring...  I heard his voice inside my head. 

My eyes grew wide, as I stared at him and his voice continued to flow through my head. Inside my mind, everything connected together like a jigsaw puzzle. For the first time in my life I understood, the voices inside my head were not my own. They were the thoughts of others. I was one of the individual's who possessed one of The Third Eye powers.

This was the day that changed my entire life.