A little about myself before the story begins, growing up I always used to see things that other people couldn't.
Shadow people, things out the corner of your eye, second glances as I would pass by not paying attention that would change when I would take another look at them, an acute sense of danger looming around every corner as well as a mystifying wonderment at this ever shifting world around me.
But, over time I learned how to correct a lot of those distortions myself because they were not realistically plausible, therefore, they must not be real. At the same time with the most recent advances in medical and mental health over the years, just because it isn't real to most people that doesn't mean it's not real to you.
The mind is cruel and viscious and if you believe it is real, then it will be.
Now, a bit more about my real self.
When I was born, I didn't wanna leave the womb and my umbilical cord got wrapped around my neck and couldn't breathe so I was a C-section baby, I was also born partially deaf but my hearing came back to me shortly thereafter.
However I had/have a speech impediment that I worked through thanks to the hooked on phonix (can't recall the spelling) "game". Shortly after I was born my mother got T-boned by a drunk driver.
The bastard got off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist because he was a judges kid. My mother was paralyzed from the waist down and had to go through reconstructive surgery for her face and teeth. So I had to help her a lot growing up because she was very limited to what she could and could not do.
My household was very traditional by most standards I suppose, Dad would work all day to provide for the family and it was up to my disabled Mom and myself to keep up on housework.
I even went to a private "Christian" school because my parents always just wanted the best for me, but that place was a hell hole in the eyes of a child, shit, even looking back at it now, there were good times and memories and the first girl I ever caught feels for, but the bad outweigh the good by a hefty margin.
The kindergarten class had their own building and that was amazing for me, the memory I have that sticks out the most is when they brought some pickled body parts and it was the first time I got to see a human (might have been an animal) brain and organs of the body. I was 5 at the time and I remember being creeped out and fascinated by it all at once.
Then 1st grade wasn't so bad, but because it was a private school they had grades 1-12 all in the same building at the same time.
They would group them in years of 2.
(Example: 1st and 2nd grades were together, 3rd and 4th ect. ect.)
Because of my impediment at the time I was the kid everyone would pick on, and the girl I fell for was the only one who ever stood up for me and I appreciated it, and admired her, more than I care to admit.
But, when I was 7 and in 2nd grade, that's when things fell apart for myself and my family.
I caught a really rare and awful case of the chicken pox, I not only had it on the outside of my body but inside where I couldn't scratch even if I wanted to. Heh, I remember nights and days where I just had to lay in bed with oven mitts on so I couldn't scratch and scar my body up. Baths in anti itch lotion, a burning fever, and not even being able to play video games (oh the humanity).
When I got better they wanted me to make up 2 months of schoolwork within 3 days and because I couldn't they were gonna hold me back a year.
My Mother (if you could entertain the idea) was very over protective and said that it was "bullshit!" And pulled me out of that place.
But between tuition and medical bills at the time we didn't have money to put me through school, so, my Mom homeschooled me.
