I'm normal well at least that was what I used to think. When I was about eight, I began to see these strange figures all over the place. I would tell my parents whenever I saw them, but they would just say there was nothing there. When I told my friends, they would just call me a freak. I have been living like this for five years. Then just last year I began middle school. I wanted to keep low about all the weird things I would see.
But then one day I accidentally told one of my friends, but then instead of calling me a freak, she told me she could see "them" too. Then we found out that some of our other friends could see "them" too. I thought at that moment that I would be able to have friends that understood me. But no, because life isn't fair.
I found out that one of my friends was just lying to impress a guy she liked. My other friend was just trying to stand out, so she lied too about seeing "them" too. This left me with one friend, she could see "them" but she didn't really like me and lied to me a lot.
I thought all hope for friends was lost. And then the darkness began to engulf me in suffering and despair. I started to see "them" more often, and they began to attack me.
My so called "friends" tried to help me, but I knew their sympathy was just part of their lies.
Then I found this website, then I thought maybe I could talk to people who understand me. So I started to comment on other peoples' stories, waiting to write my own.
Then one day someone emails me. Then I email back, after emailing each other for a while, we become friends (we're so close we've become almost like sisters).
Then I begin to think that maybe life isn't so bad after all.