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Incurable

Incurable

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Incurable The date was October 3, 2015, when my mom died. My dad was crying a river, my sister wouldn't come out of her room. Then there was me, I was close to my mom like every kid usually is to theirs, but I didn't feel sad...I didn't feel like crying. In fact, I didn't feel anything, I never have...I have never felt sad..or happy...or..or love...I have no emotions. That was the first time that I really realized that I was born like this...but this sure as hell wasn't the last time it affected me.....people started calling me freak..ice...even mistake...people told me I wasn't meant to be born..because I'm different....because I don't feel the same as everyone else.....No one would be my friend because they didn't wanna be made fun of....they didn't want to risk there own popularity....so I was alone...but I still didn't feel anything...I didn't feel sad...or depressed...I just didn't have anyone to talk to....but that all changed when I hit high school...I moved away and went to a new school with new people....I made tons of friends...there was Savannah...Ashley....Katie...Oh wait...that's how you thought it would go wasn't it...nope...none of that happened...except me moving of course...and going to a different school...but my names came with me...and all the past events....they all followed...not just at school..but in my dreams...in my head..they followed me everywhere...they taunted me...but still I didn't feel anything.....why was I born like this...I didn't know what to do...I couldn't tell anyone how I felt..because there was no one there....plus..I didn't feel anything.....maybe I am a freak...maybe I am A mistake....I ran this thought through my head a couple times...as I sat down next to the lockers by the trash can where I usually ate...but I wasn't hungry....I just kinda sat there motionless...
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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