Optical Spectre

Abnormal

Never being one used to staying in place, whenever my job required me to move, I usually did. Moving  back to Todestal, however... I considered saying no. Unlike most of the places I go to, Todestal is more like an ominous shadow than a town. It is more like a disease that infected everyone, than a small piece of civilization. You can feel your heart rate increase as you read the word Todestal. I dreaded going back. I then looked at the raise he would give me if I went there.  Let's just say that, as a disfigured thirteen year old, no one would hire me, I mean, it is illegal to hire me, I got paid less than minimum wage to fail at a job anyone could do. 

I started saving money pretty soon after I turned ten. I was in a car crash with my family, and I was the most injured. It left my face completely disfigured. The very next year, my crush told me he wouldn't go out with me because I was 'too ugly'. It hurt more than the car crash.  Looking back on that, I really shouldn't have been so crushed by this. If he only like me because of my face, maybe I shouldn't be with him, anyways.

I sighed as I started thinking back on him. He was sweet and compassionate, but his ego was far too high. He saw himself as better than others, but he would always go out of his way to make sure he could help those who needed him. He defied all of the logic I had ever known. I always loved how he wou-

Suddenly I was slammed into a wall as I tried to bring myself back to the present. Two men had noticed me amongst the crowd. I started to go into panic, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, I realized the issue.

I was considered an 'Abnormal'. 

Deformities from the past had always left me with these encounters. I never really was bothered by them up until this point.

"Hey, Femme Boy," He said as he held me pinned against the wall. WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDO?!?!? He seems MUCH stronger than anyone whose ever decided to pick on me. If I just stay here, I will die. I know I- wait a minute.

"Femme Boy?" I questioned. Very few people call me that. Whenever I told my best friend I had a crush on, it spread fast. I quizzically looked up at the face, unable to identify who it was.

"You really don't recognize me?" I stared for a moment. Then, my eyes grew wide as I choked out their name.