Mom... dad... why are you all looking at me like that? Terror? Disgust? Disappointment? Maybe all three?
What have I done wrong?
Please tell me...
Someone?
Anyone?
Tears rolled down the little girls cheeks and under her chin as the thoughts ate at her mind and the questions drowned her and her pleas silenced her. She cried out. The people around her flinched. They were supposedly her family, but no matter how hard she cried, they did nothing.
“Shhhh you’re making so much noise... for a small girl like you, you sure do cry loudly.” It was a voice of a young boy. A boy she could definitely hear but not see. Startled she sat up and rubbed her face and snot on her sleeves.
“Who are you?” She sniffled hopeful for a reply.
“William,” he replied after a few seconds... “You can talk to me?”
She nodded, and her short loose curls bounced with joy at the thought of him possibly playing with her. “ William,” she prompted... “I can’t see you, but would you like to play with me?”
After a few seconds... “Of course,” he said kindly. “Let’s play ‘I Spy’ do you know how to play?”
She jumped to her feet and nodded fiercely determined to win against her new playmate and rival. “Yes!” She pumped her fist looking around for something to spy.
But the room spun around her quickly as the look on her faces relatives were positively horrid. Her parents were ashamed to even look at me. Spinning, dizzyingly, blackness...
“William?” She whispered... “I’m sorry i cannot play, I feel unwell” She whimpered.
“It’s alright, I’ll always be there to keep you company even if you can’t see me.” He said “we are not friends after all right?” She imagined that he smiled and giggled because the face she imagined was just a circle with a mouth.
“Okay William,” She said. “I believe you... thank you for playing with me.”
And with that she fainted. She couldn’t take all the pressure she felt. Only 6 or 7 and well being able to understand that she was unwanted... it’s no wonder she fainted
I did not know it then, but when I remember the look of those faces and how they looked at me. It was not terror, nor was it disgust, or even disappointment. They looked at me as if tho I were Satan himself. Possessed.
Possessed because I could do things they didn’t understand... and didn’t care to understand.
But after coming out of the hospital and being abandoned by my family that day, it did not matter to me. I grew up with William, my best friend who I could not see but loved dearly.
***Please leave comments for the second part 🥺❤️ doesn’t have to be nice I would just like constructive criticism ***
