Seeing the Unseen
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Seeing the unseen
I have never been a normal kid, or at least as long as I have known. I feel like I am constantly trapped, trapped in a dark room and locked forever, Or you can say that I see the unseen. You may wonder what the unseen is, and to be honest with you I am not quite sure myself. My mom died when I was 3 years old, I can still picture her, she had beautiful blond hair that fell at her mid back, green eyes shaped like almonds. She was gorgeous, unlike me. My hair is a dirty blond scraggly mess of intertwining hair, my eyes they are small. The color of my eyes are a puke green color. My dad he died, I have no memories of this day all I remember is a blinding flash of green, and a sharp excruciating pain that burst from inside of me. From that day on I wander the streets in solitude, wondering, wondering why I can see the unseen.