What She Saw

She was normal, average, and in every sense of the word, basic. Fifteen years old and fighting a world war with ache. Yup, as plain as they got. But she was special.... Not that she knew that of course, but she was. Different from every human being in a major kind of way. Living life as though nothing was wrong, but sensing that things were somewhat amiss. She never really understood what the feeling was, just that it was sometimes there.

In the moments she really looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Or afterwards when she'd finish a good book and contemplate life. That's when it'd hit her. Hard like a punch in the gut, then ease away like a river flowing through her body. That feeling. Never fully going away, but not always there either. It just wouldn't leave her alone. Made her feel like there was something missing when there shouldn't have been.

She hated it.