Asylum

You Know the saying 'Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Will Never Hurt Me'. Everyone does. But, What they don't know is that it's a lie. Words shatter souls, and cause people to get hurt. With me, they littlerally get hurt. I don't know how, I don't do it, but people get hurt.

Freak. Outcast. Waste of space. These are only a few of the things I get called. I don't belong in society. And, Why? Because around me, weird things happen. These things can't be explained. Everywhere I go, weird things happen. I don't cause them, though. They always happen to people I hate. I used to think someone was watching out for me, but no one does. No one ever will.

Life Lesson: No one cares. They say they do, but they don't.

I move alot. It's mostly after an accident that my foster parents will send me back to the orphonage. I am an orphan. My parents died in a freak accident involving a tornado, a house, a car, and a fence post. This kind of thing happens everywhere I go, every town, every school, everywhere. I stay isolated because people know that if I go somewhere, I bring the accidents.

I'm fourteen and my names Willow. Thats about the only normal thing about me. My hair is platinum blonde, with one side longer than the other. There are pitch black streaks that frame my face. The streaks are completely normal, which is unusual. That adds to the many reasons why I'm a freak.

Anyways, This is the story of a freak, nothing more. A freak and a waste of space, otherwise known as me.