I woke up to ringing in my ears. I do not know were it came from or why I had heard it, but I did. And now I fear that it ment something, like a warning of some kind. A warning that I can not begin to understand.
It started when I was 13. I was walking to class when these boys ripped my binder out of my hands and started tearing all the pages inside. All my school work and essays, gone. I bent down on my knees trying not to cry while picking up the papers, when "the leader" of the boys kicked me down and exclaimed, "You are such a FREAK!"
Have you ever been called a freak? Because if you haven't let me tell you this, It is the worst thing you could EVER imagine. It's worse than any beating, and it can tear a person apart,
I stopped picking up the papers and looked this boy straight in the eye and opened my mouth to speak, but the words that came out wern't my own. They were words that i had never heard of, words that sounded like an entirely different language, but i knew what every word meant as if someone had told me.
"Rolem alem ersa verda nerage." was what came out of my mouth, but "Raise the boys to the ceiling" is what it meant. And as if the boys were magnets and the ceiling metal, the boys very rapidly flew to the ceiling.
I had no idea what to do, or what just happened but i knew i had to get out of there. I ran as fast as I could, the tears burning my face as I ran. But I HAD to leave, i just had to. I felt like a monster, that I would be understood by no one. "No one knows what its like." I had started talking to myself when this feeling came over, this burning, needing, feeling raced through my body.
Starting in my fingers, it quickly went to my arm then my chest, through my legs and then back up, Surging to my head. My head began to throb. I quickly lifted my hands to my head as a ringing filled to air. I collapsed laying on the ground, squirming and unable to breath suddenly everything went black.