Atheca: Origins

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Have you ever felt or thought that you were different from the other people around you, but you didn't quite know why? I was the same way until it hit me one day. Quite literally. I was playing with the other kids, and when someone threw the ball to me, I hit it with my bat, only to have it fly, farther than anyone could go.

I think at that moment, everyone just looked at me, with that weird look that makes you feel like a freak... I don't recall ever feeling self-conscious until that moment. The other kids started avoiding me, and I eventually just stopped trying to socialize with them. I became an outsider. An outcast. A freak.

I began developing anger issues, a common problem among teenagers. However, that's the thing. I wasn't a teenager. I was only six. I started lashing out at anyone who came near me, and it was seriously becoming a problem. It was starting to affect me too. I was ridiculously depressed. I didn't want to go to school, I didn't want to eat-- which had always been a hobby of mine--I didn't even want to get out of bed. It was this crippling feeling of isolation and desolation. I started contemplating suicide at a very young age. My parents couldn't even raise me. I would be better off dead.

However, one day during another one of my temper tantrums, I punched a wall, only to have my fists fly through it. I was shocked... I had just punched through a wall. This was hardly a common occurrence in normal family households. I wasn't normal...




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