the darkest past

years

For years after that night, nothing happened. I moved to a new home, had new friends, and I even had my twelveth birthday. I was in my room when my arm stuck out and began to reach towards my neck. I grabbed my hand and put it at my side.

The following days I got to sleep and wake up in a forest. Or in a field somewhere. I finally had enough when I woke up with a cut on my side and about to through my self in to a lake.

I was laying on my bed when it happened again. I let my hand do it this time. As it happened I could feel my muscles in my hand and froze. I could control my hand and that problem never bothered me again.