Have you ever felt that feeling of remorse, so deep that you can't seem to see a tomorrow, to escape that cage of your own making, to push against the walls that keep moving in, inching closer.
People think life is so easy, so simple but they haven't got the weight of another life on their shoulders. They go to school only to be greeted by friends. I mean really, a D on their English assignment might turn them into a blubbering, crying mess.
I know I'm special though, I knew since I was five. It was my first day of school,-I'd never been around so any people- my mom and dad had just moved us into the city, far away from our old home in the hills. I was so excited that day. I was going to make tonnes of friends and of course I would learn how to read so I could write like mommy when I grew up.
But that all changed when I walked into the very silent classroom-late as always- only to then hear a rush of voices flow through my head. I must have passed out because later that day I was laying fast asleep on my bed. It was that day, my first day of school, that my mom decided to home school me. It wasn't until I was ten that my mom allowed me to attend school, and by then I was smarter than anyone.
The voices still came, but in little bursts, sort of like a surprise headache. I thought it happened to everyone so I decided to take control, I started to will it turn on and off when I whispered to it and to change volume, I learned to focus in on one voice and by the start of high school I was totally in control.
Or so I thought.