Unique

Unquie

Everyone in this universe is created to be unique like a special little snowflake.

Kay.

Good concept.

Poor execution.

Right out of the womb I was unique. I was born a genetic disorder called albinism.

I was born as white as the freshly fallen snow and blind a bat due to the disorder; have never been able to see farther than my outstretched arm without my glasses.

As you can imagine, I was bullied when I was younger.

Being special got me nowhere.

The children that where taught to relish in each other uniqueness, were cruel and fickle. Calling me names, teasing me, and pushing me around.

There was a year of my childhood where my whole class pretended I was ghost and no one talked to me.

My parents did their best to comfort me and watch out for me. They tried talking to parents and teachers; no matter how exhausting it was, they always protected me.

Lucky for me, and my parents, as people got older some grew a conscious.

Some.

People started to talk to me like I was human when I started at my middle school. People still bullied me but I had friends that stood up for me.

When the end high school came around, oof, karma kicked in when puberty hit.

Confidence bubbled inside of me when the jaws of those who teased me hung so low, they could touch the floor.

I felt like an exotic beauty with curves that didn't quit.

When college came around and I felt unstoppable.

I could wear whatever I wanted and look good.

I was able to talk to anyone with confidence.

Dancing around in my apartment to music was a daily occurrence.

Waking up with a one night stands still in bed after a night of partying, didn't bother me at all. As long as I was having fun, right?

I was outgoing, fun, sexy, and surrounded by people.

People tried their whole lives to feel the way I did when I started college.

So, when the opportunity for love arose, I thought it was the natural progression to my perfect life.

I was too arrogant to see the warning signs.

Nothing makes you lose your sense of self faster than when someone you love points out things that your self-conscious about; especially if you didn't know you were self-conscious about some of them in the first place.

When someone you truly love tells you, "You're too loud."

"You've gotten fat."

"You have a horrible taste in music."

"You should dress differently."

"I don't like your friends. I don't want to see them anymore."

"Your family is holding you back."

"You're not special, stop acting like you are."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Bitch."

"You should be grateful I took interest in you."

"You deserved it."

I don't know when I started to believing what he said about me, but I did.

Every. Last. Word.

He loves me, so he wouldn't tell me these things unless he had to.

Right?

I took me two years of badgering from lost friends and forgotten family to realize what had happened.

To realize what kind of "relationship" I had gotten ensnared into.

With the help of my father, I picked up my life and fled to a new town and hopefully a new life.

That's how I ended up in the City of Whole Cake.

New town. Fresh start.

So why didn't it feel that way?

Why did it feel like my past hung over my head like a storm cloud waiting to strike down any happiness that came my way?

Why did I feel like every glance was judging me?

Would I ever feel like myself again?

Did I want to be the person I was in the past?

Did I want to be unique or was it just less painful to blend in?

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So hello. New story.

This is the general intro to the story!

So yeah let me know how you feel about the idea. The next chapter will be a bit longer.

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Rae