Incurable

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...