|Hey, my name's Willow. I don't know where to begin at, but I swear what I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know that most of you wont believe me, but I don't have any reason to lie to people I don't even know. I only came here to seek answers...
Ever since I was little, I knew something was off with me. I was different. My mother knew it. My father didn't believe it... Until the accident. There's too much to tell so I'm gonna try to tell you only the important things.
When I was three, I threw a tantrum and the whole house shook! My father thought it was an earthquake, but my mother knew what it really was... When I turned six, something really weird happened to me. I was standing by the kitchen counter, trying to reach something. I can't remember what it was... probably a cookie or something. But anyway, I remember, I almost got it, but was too far away.. and then it was just in my hand. I knew I was too short to reach it, but I got it anyway.
Then when I was seven, I had a friend over from school. Well, I say friend, but I hated her. Her name was Abby and she was the most spoiled little girl I knew! She got everything she wanted and picked on other kids if they didn't have as much money as her! Her parents insisted she come to play. I remember it just like it was yesterday, because it scared me... We were sitting on the floor playing dolls and then she started talking about how her doll was prettier because she payed like 50 dollars for it, and my doll wasn't that expensive. It was one of those dolls with the removable head so that you could put different faces and hairstyles on it, but I can't remember what it was called.
Anyway, she picked my doll up and threw it across the room and I got so mad! I don't remember how it happened, but her doll flew across the room, too, only I didn't touch it. She looked at me like I was a monster and ran out of the room without even getting her doll.
When I was twelve, I almost killed a girl on accident. I used to get picked on a lot because I wore braces... Everyone called me rail-road mouth and some other mean names.. But this one particular girl stole my book bag on my walk home and emptied all the stuff out on the pavement. I started crying and she made more fun of me. Again, I can't remember what happened next, but when I opened my eyes, she was laying on the ground turning blue. I was holding my breath without realizing it, and when I started breathing again, so did she. I ran away after that before anyone saw me.
I told my mom and she finally told me the truth about my family history. All of the women of our blood had a special gift.. they called it the calling. We were basically telekinetic and could move stuff with our minds. My mother didn't know you could harm people with the gift until I told her about it. That made her worried. She told me I must be one of the most powerful... And that I should be careful with the calling. She's talking about sending me to a special school where they can train me, but I don't know if she's telling the truth. What if she's afraid of me and only wants to hurt me? I don't think she would do that to me, but I can't be too sure... I'm obviously stronger than her.
She's taught me a little bit. I'm able to control my powers a little better than I was able to. Sometimes, I still do things on accident, though. I hurt people sometimes when I don't mean to. I feel like a monster... I don't know what to do. I wish there was some way to give up my gift for good. :(
Well, that's my story... I hope you believe me, but if you don't, I can't say I blame you. I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't happening to me. I hope I can find some friends on here who can help me. Maybe other people are going through what I am.