I know its really long, but I didn't know which parts to cut, since I didn't know if it could be easy to understand what I meant to say... So sorry...really, I'm getting more nervous as time goes by.
Ok so umm I'll start from the very beginning. When I was very young I was always locked in my room by my parents, I had no friends, no pets, and no family members who actually cared about me that much. One day I got out of my room, and out of the house, I was 5 years old. When I was out of my house, I looked for a place where I could make friends, so I went to the park that was across the street in front of my house. There I saw a bunch of kids of different ages playing together with a yellow ball.
I was trying to figure out a way to ask them If I could join them and play together, when a boy, about my size, kicked the ball all the way to where I was standing, a taller boy, his brother I suppose, pointed my way and told the kid something, I guess he told him to get the ball back, the boy ran to where I was standing, there was my opportunity, I picked up the ball and looked directly towards the boy that was coming my way, the boy stared into my eyes for a brief moment and his face filled with...horror, he almost fell over himself while turning around to run back towards the pack of kids, he hugged his brother and buried his face in his brother's arms, his brother looked at me and actually glared at me, he said something to the rest of the kids that were observing me and they turned their backs at me and walked into one of the houses, not once looking back at me. I stood up there, with the yellow ball, trying to figure out what happened, what did I do wrong? Why did he look at me like that? I never knew.
Some years later, I became a pariah at my elementary school, many kids bullied me calling me witch, no one looked at me in the eyes, things changed a little bit when a new student arrived and I got glasses, she became my friend without making any questions. Things got lighter, until I got into middle school, there I was marked again, this time as a demon or witch, they discriminated me because of my pale skin (it's a sunny city so most of the people is tanned, except for me) I could stand it no more, so I escaped one night from my father's house, to another country, where my grandma lived, there I had no past, so everyone accepted me, there was no discrimination about my skin, since they where white skinned, I was comfortable and in peace.
When I turned 13, I had a dream, I was standing in the middle of something, I was at the edge, there was a wall behind me, it was very dark, but each second it passed it become clearer, behind me there wasn't a wall, it was the face of a clock, I was a standing in the middle of a clock tower at the very edge, when I looked down, I couldn't see the end of the tower, it was like a dark abyss sucking everything that fell to the very bottom, as the dream become clearer, I saw my mom at the right corner of the clock, she was sitting there motionless resting against the tower, I turned to my left to see the other corner and there I saw Charlie, he was sitting there resting against the tower too, but the difference was that he looked everywhere with a nervous look.
I looked back to see the time the clock was pointing, it was 2:24 am, after a moment it turned into 2:25 am and the clock's bell started to ring, a high crack! Coming from inside the clock, it was like if a mechanism had been activated inside of it, I realized after that that my mom and Charlie where being pushed forward by an invisible force slowly as the seconds passed by, they where going to fall into the dark abyss.
When I stepped to my right to help my mom, Charlie appeared all the way to the right of my mom, out of my reach, I backed and he appeared again in the left corner, I stepped to the left once and my mom appeared at Charlie's left, out of my reach, so I stepped back again, with that information, I decided to help my mom that way I could tell her to grab Charlie and stop him from falling, I did so, but when I opened my mouth to tell my mom, no sound came from it, shocked I tried to make my mom look to where Charlie was struggling to keep from falling, but it was no use, she was completely motionless, lifeless almost, I saw with horror how Charlie tried to save his life, but he fell, and I saw him disappear, swallowed by the darkness. I turned back to see the time he fell at the clock, it was 3 o clock in the morning.
I woke up screaming, I had been screaming for quite a while when I was sleeping, my grandma told me, she had been trying to wake me up. I told her my dream (my mom used to tell me that if you tell somebody your nightmare, it wouldn't come true). She just told me I should stop eating candy before going to bed, I didn't eat candy that night.
Two weeks later I had the same dream and I saved my mom again, but that time I realized I was dressed with a long black cloak with a hood over my head, the time repeated, it was like a trial that started at 2:25am through 3 am, it was like if I had 5 minutes to decide who to save. The next morning, I was getting my stuff ready to go visit my grandpa, when I was picking up my bag, a voice stopped me and told me to take Charlie with me, it was like a whisper coming from the corner of my mind, but then another more stronger said "don't do it, it will cause many problems to you if you do so", even though that was true, I still started to look for Charlie's papers to take him with me, but my grandma busted in and told me they were leaving so I took my stuff and left, that was the last time I saw Charlie.
3 days after the second dream, Charlie died. My mom and Charlie, they both had car accidents at the same time, my mom was the one that was said "it was a miracle she survived" she had been hit directly by a motorcycle while she was crossing the street, Charlie in the other hand, had been playing and was hit in the leg by a car, he died 3 minutes after he was hit.
After that, I freaked out, about the sudden whisper that was becoming stronger and told me not to be afraid, and the sudden fear of thinking what could have happened if I hadn't chose my mom in the dreams. Endless thoughts roamed my mind in that moment. The dreams repeated a couple of times, but with people I didn't know, after that, I stopped remembering the dreams. I guess my mind blocked it all because of my fears, but I was sure I still have them.
Now, 4 years have passed, and I'm known in my family as the bad luck girl, everywhere I go, I start having good luck and the people surrounding me starts getting horrible bad luck. They say I absorb the good luck.
Another curious thing is that every man that stares into my eyes for a long time, falls immediately for me, and gets obsessed following each of my bizarre commands, my friends liz and gaby have seen this at school and they say that when that happens my usually dark brown eyes get a red shine. Also I can sense things, I see things that nobody else does, I hear things that no one else can, I have dreams that come true, it's weird in many levels. At first I thought I was going insane or that it was a casual sighting, but recently, there had been unexplainable noises in my house coming from my room and the kitchen, I've seen several times now how my closet's doors open slightly then get closed with a high BAM!.
If I say something, it happens. People say I can curse them because of that. Some others say I'm some sort of demon, and that I will bring destruction to the humans because of the things I do, they say a lot of me just because I was born on January the 23rd of 1993 at 2:30am, the "cursed" number.
I can't get near babies or very young kids, because they can "see" me, sometimes, if I get near a very young kid or baby, they start crying bloody murder or stay still like if faking they aren't there, same happens with animals, my grandpa's dogs are always growling at me since I became 13, before that, all of them loved me since I was the one who cared about them and feed them after school, but now its like if they didn't remember anymore, they all fear me.
My first worry is the voice in my head, it's a female voice that sounds a little bit like mine but like older, she tells me what to do sometimes, and if I don't, bad things happen, its like if she warned me before it happens and what to do, but I don't pay attention, and when she's not being helpful, she criticizes me. My grandma took me with a psychologist because of that, she thought I was crazy, but the psychologist after the first session told my grandma there wasn't anything wrong with me mentally, the only thing she saw in me was that I was very sad and lonely, but as for the whisper in my head she didn't say anything about it since she didn't understand it herself, but didn't see it as anything bad since the things the voice told me were harmless, but still I kept going with the psychologist because she said It was healthy for me to talk about my problems with someone so I could stop being sad.
I'm very skinny, but I eat like if there weren't a tomorrow, I went to many doctors but none could find what was going on, since I don't get any fat no matter what I eat and I don't exercise at all, I'm always sitting around, there's one thing that circles my head, the voice in my head told me I eat like that because of her, she says I eat for both of us, and that she needs many food because she uses a lot of her energy on me to communicate, I don't understand what she means.
Oh and about a year or so ago, a guy tried to kidnap me. When my dad caught him, they found out he had been looking for me for quite a while, and that he meeting my mom was no casual thing. Reason, my mom had been trying to find help for me, she was scared for me since in the old apartment we lived in there were entities that constantly bullied me, and when I say "bullied me" I literally mean that they pushed me around inside the apartment (my mom saw it more than once with her own eyes, that's how she believed me when I told her what was going on with me).
So she met this guy alberto (who Is on the run right now, he escaped god knows how) who claimed he could do the same things as me, and that there were more persons that could do them as well, and that he was going to help me master it (whatever it was he never really told me). It turns out he was trying to kidnap me because of those things I do, and that he has a book about people like me and that's how he found me (real reason I'm mentioning this, is because of that book, if he found me he can find others, and however he got that book it means there must be more, and more greedy people like him, who will try to fool desperate people with well like me just to use them as If they were mere tools). I still don't really know what's going on, that's why I'm looking for help, I don't understand many things, main reason is that he kept saying something was going to happen to me at age 18, and soon will be my b-day and the weird things at my house are becoming harder to ignore as my b-day gets nearer, I'm even hearing things at school that no one else can.
If something, or anything I said, sounds familiar or are somewhat aware of it, can please tell me what is it? Anything will be appreciated. Thank you for reading.