I'm Not Alone

I was taken too late

but that doesn't mean that it is.

I knew I wasn't the average teenager when I turned 13 and I looked at a woman and she suddenly screamed and clutched her head and then when I looked at my adoptive mother to ask what was wrong, she suddenly collapsed too with blood flowing from her nose.

It was a year of catastrophic events, my mom had to hire a private tutor for my home-schooling. And even then, they wouldn't last for long.

I finally seemed to be able to control whatever I had, with only a few outbursts in between, which usually happens when I'm angry or depressed and sometimes even when I'm elated.

It was still awful though, dealing with whatever I have, alone, and with no idea what I have to do.

And then they came, albeit a little too late.