Reflections

A lot of my early childhood is a bit of a blur. I don’t remember how I got the powers I have, or how I learned to first use them. I think it’s just been a normal state for me. As much as I wish sometimes that I didn’t have them, there’s always that voice that wants me to not forget them. My mom tells me I was bullied a lot before she had me change schools. Back then everyone knew about me, which I think is why I had to leave. Ever since then my parents have stressed me not to reveal my magic to anyone under any circumstances. I was on the bad end of it sure, but even then I knew they got dragged for it. As much as they tried to make it about my well being it was clear to me it wasn’t just for my sake. That really messed with me. It didn’t get any better after the divorce. When I accidentally used my power to expose the affair I didn’t know any better. At the time I thought what happened after them splitting was my fault. My mom told me it wasn’t and that it would’ve happened all the same, just later. My dad did too, but I could tell he was still upset with me for exposing him at the time. I didn’t want any part of it, it wasn’t fair. Guess there’s no avoiding it though.