The Art of Being a Creature

Chapter One: Born Here.

Perhaps every child and teen knows about feeling different, feeling awkwardly special, having a different identity. Maybe someone carries this on through whole life like I was.
I was born with remembering past lives. I thought this was normal, but when I started telling others about this at elementary school, everyone laughed at me and made fun of me.

By the way, as I grew, I've never been bullied because of my unusual physical strength. By the age of 14, I was as strong as a normal man. I got into a fight a lot because of my insane character, and as I broke their bones and hurt them too easily, no one touched me, nor laughed at me. No one came around me, I was isolated.

I tried to understand them, but I never truely understood their behavior. I never knew why did they say this thing when their action meant different things. I read their actions, but couldn't understand their logics or thinking route even though I knew what they meant verbally. I was pretty instinctual and aggressive according to their sayings.

I got into mental hospital at the age of 15. I was doing well there, had subscriptions that shows nothing. Parents insisted there was something wrong with this child, so doc gave me Adhd pills that never worked.

By the age of 16, I figured I was born in the wrong PLACE. I shouldn't have been born here. People looked pretty similar like me, but I was alienated, indeeed, everyone seemed to be aliens to me, I was born in the wrong planet.

But I loved my family, so I just stood there, hiding my nature, my natural powers (surely I was afraid to go back to hospital.) I was normal, but everyone was so different.

I was wrong to them. To me, they were wrong.

At the age of 17, I wanted to get accepted. I was only accepted by my mother, but she never understood me. But I was a highschool drop out, longing to feel sure I was loved, so in front of my mom, I changed my eye colors and my pupil shape, the only thing I did in front of a bathroom mirror.

She shouted. She had that awful face I never would forget. Yeah, I was wrong to them too. She told me never, ever show this to anyone.

Heck, why was I born here? According to my past life, everyone was like this. I remembered being free there, and this life, I was a complete freak. No one like me was around. She told me I was not going to hospital again, maybe that sounded like pretty harsh even for her.
I was grounded for a month, to make sure that I would not show this kind of thing to anyone.

By the age of 19, I was well-studied about other's behavior and that verbal and non verbal thing could sometimes mean differently. I accepted I was different.

By the age of 20, I went out frequently, I was verified that I could hide my nature, myself well, so I started going out every day, all night. My home was just for sleeping and eating sometimes.

I spent my early days cursing why I was born like this, but adulting made me how to disguise and mimick others.