I've known ever since I was a little, little thing that I was not like the other children. And I've been trying to "wake up" my other, though it is devastating knowing no matter what I do it seems to be gone. I don't know how to feel whole again, and I don't even really know how to try because as I was sitting here contemplating the last year or so of my life I realized that maybe it was just my imagination, and it really isn't real. My mother and brother are the only ones in the house but I feel something Other-worldly, but because I have been really insecure about my possible abilities recently, I've found myself sitting with tear brimmed eyes as I wonder, is there anyone or anything for that matter who can help me? I feel I may be in danger, though I know somehow I can help myself, if I only knew how.
When I was starting in elementary school, I was a very intelligent and strange child. I knew of three sisters (though I can only remember two of their names), who moved across the street from me a little while after we'd met. Anyway, we'd play together almost everyday, and it didn't seem like anything was wrong. But then the sisters stopped coming outside, and bugs started biting me and stinging me. Now that I remember it, it always seemed like only we had color (our shirts and the pavement and our homes, etc.) because in the memories the sky always seemed like it was black and white, and there were always shadows. Needless to say I never spoke to the girls again.
When I was around eight or nine, I always had a very strange relationship with the lunar cycle and the idea that things beyond human standards could exist. My mom, always said it was just a phase, but even now I wonder if it really was just that.
Regardless, I'd love to hear any opinions and advice.