My earliest memory of one of my ourbursts was when I was in kindergarten. I was running on the playground with all the other little kindergarteners. I had just moved to the town, the school. No one knew I was different. No one needed to know.
I was playing tag with a boy named Dillan. He was one of my best friends at the time, still is today. We were running around the jungle gym, he was trying to tag me. I remember having a crush on him, so whatever I would do I would try to impress him.
The scene changed. It went from a happy, sunny day at school to one of my weird outbursts. I was in a battle field. There were the two opponents on either side of me. They had their guns pointed at each other, ready to shoot. Whatever happened I knew I was going to die. I was right in the line of fire for both teams.
A gun shot sounded. I didnt know where it came from. I looked around, everything coming at me in slow motion. The two armies were running at each other. I could hear gun shots, screams; of both agony and bravery. There was shouting and yelling. People pushed and shoved me, no one noticing I was there. Not noticing the small 5 year old in the battelfield.
I had felt a pain in my side. I knew I was shot. I looked to my right to see a man holding a gun. Our eyes connected, for only a quick moment, before he shot. Again and again, bullet after bullet, I was shot multiple times. I tried moving, but it was like I was frozen or nailed to the ground. I couldnt move, I was about to die.
I could feel the blood from where I was hit dripping down my sides. I looked down to see my shirt soaked in blood. There was a bullet hole in the center of my chest, my heart. I felt myself collapse to the ground. Even though I knew none of it was real, it all seemed real.
I finally woke up. I was on the ground, curled up in a fetal position. People had crowded around me. The teachers were calling my name, but I couldn't hear them. I saw their lips move in the pronunciation on my name, but no sound filled my ears.
That was the last time anyone ever talked to me. I was labeled The Freak. People didnt like me because I was different. No one understood, except Dillan. He knew what I was going through. I was able to talk to him and tell him what happens. He said he would never leave me because that would be cruel and that was the one thing he wasnt.