my life is fucking crazy.
let's start from the beginning.
i was born on October 1st, 1989 with 41 other children around the world who's mothers had not been pregnant when the day first begun. a crazy billionaire heard about this and decided to find the "special" kids, in hopes of adopting all 42 of them.
he got 7.
but, the crazy part is that when he asked my mom how much she wanted for me, she declined it because i was too "special" to be given away.
well, my mom died when i was less than 2 years old of a heart failure, leaving my 10 year old brother to take care of me. when i turned 8, my brother also died of a heart failure, so i was left alone on the streets of New York, fending for myself.
until one day, i met this boy.
i don't remember it too vividly, but i remembered the physical part of it.
literally.
throwback to august 16, 2003.
the day was hot, as i walked around town in hopes of finding someone who would give me food. i was just 14 years old, so when people saw me, they usually asked where my mom was.
"well, she's dead." i would say to them. they would give me worried looks and quickly walk away or give in and hand me their plate of food.
on this particular day, i hadn't eaten all week, so my little body was very weak and fragile from the lack of nutrition i was consuming and from the hot sun beating down on my body. i sat down on the side walk, looking and feeling defeated. then out of no where, a boy basically jumped into the sidewalk where i was standing. i jumped back in surprise as he stopped for a breath and looked at me. he had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. he was wearing a school boy uniform and had his hair what looked like was supposed to be gelled-down, but it was now messy and kind of all over the place. he looked at me and walked over to me.
"are you okay?" he asked. he had a very... pretty voice and perfect teeth.
i nodded my head as he brought his hand down to help me up. i looked at it and slowly brought my hand to meet his.
they touched.
i looked at him quickly one last time before my mind transported me to a place. i looked around, but it wasn't me looking around, and it felt as if i was in someone else's body. i saw a large academy, when all kind of pictures
flashed around my eyes.
five.
some of which were people dying, or the person i was in killing them, or a bunch of other kids that were in the same outfits that the boy was in. i can't remember all of the scenes, there were just too many, but i remember a young lady with a pretty pink and white dress on smiling down at me.
five.
the scenes kept flashing before my eyes until one last scene quickly went by, but slower than the other ones. i was at a dinner table- or should i say the person i was in was at a dinner table- with other kids wearing the same outfits i was in, that looked like the one that the boy i met was wearing. i then moved so i was next to an old man, who did not look happy. then i ran out the door and moved so it was a different season.
i don't know how i was moving that fast.
then the last scene i saw was the person moving into summer and seeing myself on the sidewalk.
five.
my eyes opened as a pulled my hand away from the kid and gasped for air. my eyes were wide from what i just witnessed. i don't know what happened. the boy looked at me with wide eyes and kept on asking if i was okay. i didn't answer him, as his voice was fading and being blurred out with a high pitched dinging sound. my hands went to my ears and i started crying. it was too much.
then it went black.
time skip back current day.
i'll always remember that day, even if i don't understand it.
what i got from that day was to never make physical contact with anyone, because i was too scared it was going to happen again.
i was 32 now and still living on the streets, but i stayed on the outskirts of town and kept quiet. i'm very underweight from the lack of food i am getting, but i'm still alive so i guess that's a plus.
i walked around town until i came to this very large mansion, that looked familiar, but i couldn't get my hands on why it did.
for some reason, i felt the odd urge to go in.
no, don't do it.
i wanted to go in. i don't know why, and i know i was the last person who would possibly be welcomed in there. but i really wanted to go it.
don't. go. in.
i went up to the front door, took a deep breath, and knocked loudly.
my mind started racing with things to say or do, as i heard a loud crash outside the backyard.
i felt dizzy.
everything went black.
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