The CurseThe CurseThe Curse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Amie White
Few people will understand why I am this way. It's not something you can really describe. To them I must just seem odd, undetectable, invisible even. But it is all very real to me.
When I look at people right in the eye, they shrink and quickly pretend they were going in the opposite direction. They see something in my eyes, something that's broken and doesn't quite tick the same as they do. It scares them. It would scare me too. It used to at first, but now I've just stopped trying to fight it.
It is my gift, my curse. They won't ever understand. I haven't always been this way, but I've never been what you would call "normal" either. Maybe that is why it found me.
When I was a child my brother used to drop books on my head when I hid in the library, tucked away with my favourites. He called me an alien, and perhaps he was right. What normal eight year old reads "exorcising Hitler" in her spare time or draws diagrams of tanks and biplanes for school art projects