My life has always been the kind of perfect on the outside life. Well, it isn't. Ever since I can remember, I've been a freak. Somehow, I don't know why, but I've always been able to know how most people are feeling and why. I hate it, being angry at someone that I don't even know, or being happy for a reason I don't even know. You see, not only can I tell how others feel, it also affects me. By the way, you can call me Vale. I have a couple of freak friends. [I don't mean to call everyone that is like me a freak, that's just what my friends and I call us.]
One of my friends is psychic, and she says she hates her abilities too. She says she sees things like people dying and sometimes she'll start talking to no one in particular and then tell us she was talking to spirits. Her name is Hope. Actually, that's not her real name, but that's what I'll call her. Hope is scared of what she can do because in the past she's had times when unpleasant "things" enter her dreams and they torture her there. Actually, Hope doesn't sleep much. If she's lucky, she'll get three or four hours of sleep, but usually she only gets two or three.
My other friend can tell when important things are going to happen, and she's told us that on November 11th, something BIG is going to happen to us. There is only one person who knows what we can do and is not like us. Her name is Natasha, and she is cursed because of us. Somehow, when people who are not like us and get too close, [except for family members,] they seem to get hurt more easily, so Natasha is followed around by one of Hope's ghosts. He doesn't seem to like Natasha and will always scare her or even hurt her. When Hope or I are around, he doesn't seem to bother her, but once we leave, he'll start.
We've never told our parents, even though my whole mother's family is full with people who can do stuff like predict the future. My mom doesn't believe in that, and she doesn't like it either. I also wish to tell my dad, but he thinks that people like me are evil. I guess I'm scared that he won't love me anymore. I could get into a lot of trouble for writing this story, but I just feel like I have to. I'm simply tired of having to listen to people say bad stuff about others like us. It's not like we chose this! It's not our fault.
I'm 13, almost 14, and I'm scared because I don't know if it's really wrong to be able to do what I can do, to be different. Hope hasn't told any family members either, except her step dad, and he is still unsure about our "powers". As I say, we're only 13 and are scared of what we can do, but I think that over time it will get better. Thanks for listening, we are really happy we wrote this story.