Once upon a time there was a boy named Patty. Young Patty was a happy little boy, one who loved to laugh and play every single day. Patty was born to a lower class couple, they would struggle to get by in life, but would always have enough money for food, water and a roof over their head. Unfortunately for Patty he was born with a skin disease known as eczema that causes his usually white skin to nearly completely be covered in red patches. The red patches caused his skin to feel itchy and sensitive, causing him great discomfort at times, though he could always find a way to smile. Little Patty looked like your average child, fair skin, bright blonde hair and a pair of pretty blue eyes. He appeared to be your average child, except for one small fact. Patty had an odd ability, something his parents called a gift. With a simple touch, patty could cause someone great pain, though he never understood why.
Little patty loved to explore and learn. He was taught the basics by h
Why does it seem like so much has been going wrong lately?? I blame that damn board! Every time I use it, I lose a group of friends and a piece of myself! I’ve about had enough of this stupid story I call life and I’m about ready to call it quits…. but, before I do call it quits, I want to call attention to those nights… all of them.
The first time it happened was around the 24th of March. This was the first time I used the board and luckily I wasn’t alone… though, if I had been alone no one else would have- anyways. It was about 2 A.M. when we began talking to it, we had a set up in the front room with a bunch of candles and moonlight shining through the front window. We were just a couple of young adults(in other words teenagers who thought everything was still looking up) so we decided to ask questions about our lives and our futures. I was told that my boyfriend and I wouldn’t last for long, in fact that that day we’d