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It all began...

I looked around at the sea of faces praying that one would appear welcoming. I had been finally allowed to come to a normal school like a normal teenager. I had been labeled one thing after another by doctors and psychologists who all thought they could "fix" me. The vicious cycle began when I had a nervous breakdown in middle school. It was because when I was twelve years old I started hearing people's thoughts. I couldn't help it, I just heard them. Along with that I could feel every emotion that they were feeling. It was like I was inside their heads. I didn't tell anybody hoping that it would just go away, but the situation escalated until it became out of control. I couldn't sleep at night because of people's dreams and I couldn't be in highly populated areas. I hid this all pretty well until the day that I was pushed into the cafeteria. Unsuspecting in the halls I got caught into the lunch rush. Everybody's thoughts and emotions overwhelmed me. It was the last thing that I remember.

I woke up in a hospital that smelt of sanitation and cold metals. Nurses were hovering around when they finally realized that I had woken up. Apparently I had been asleep for almost a week. Nobody could figure out why I had passed out. I had to tell them. Of course I was immediately labeled as a freaking nut case and sent to one psychiatrist after another. Each said I wasn't crazy even though I heard "voices". They said that stress or paranoia might have caused the major breakdown or even a need for attention, but they again weren't sure, this went on and on and on. Doctors asked If I had been on any drugs...as if a twelve-year-old would even know how to.

Eventually things went back to normal and regular procedures continued. They had to take a MRI scan to make sure that I hadn't fractured or injured anything when I fell. This is when they found out what was wrong. There was nothing they could do to help me. I was given therapy treatments and medication to help control the voices, but they helped very little. I learned to cope and even control my issues and by the time I was a junior in high school they deemed me stable enough to go back to normal school. I didn't want anybody to find out my secret though. They otherwise would either think I was insane or just plain creepy. I kept what little I knew about my condition a secret and vowed to live life like it had never been interrupted. Great, Easy, Piece of cake...until my life spiraled out of control once again.

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