Day: 30. June 2010

“Why?” I muttered to my mom who looks out at the setting sun off in the horizon from our  balcouny, “Why am I like this?”

“Jordan,its alrght.It may be hard, but a girl like you can most definatly try and lead a normal life with your……condition,” she says in a soothing voice, though i can see the worry in her eyes.

Those words, those sentences, repeating in my mind as I try to figure out what’s wrong with me. I turn over in my bed, it’s 1:oo in the morning and I can’t fall asleep. This whole thing started when i was at a small lake by my house in Maine. I went swimming with my cousins and aunt, but something happened in the water. To this day i still don’t understand what exactly happened , but the story my aunt told me goes like this:

I was swimming out in middle of the lake just exploring when my mind goes blank, i can’t move. I feel the icy coldness of the water swarm around me, but that’s just the beginning. My body feels like it’s being taken over by….by some spirit. And i can assure you it was not a nice one. I hear a distant boat moter, it’s my aunt. I feel hands descend into the water, gripping my arms and shoulders, drawing me up out of the water and onto the boat’s floor. I suddenly become aware of my surroundings. I cough up buckets of water, or so it seems. My body is tense and stunned. I try to stand up only to have my legs give out and my cousins’ hands push me back down. I look up at my aunt and cousins’ worried faces. “What happened?” I asked. My aunt looks away and starts to cry. I crawl over to where she sat down and I too become worried.  My cousin said that i was laying still in the water….like i was dead, not moving. He said the expression on my face was horrible and it scared all of them dreadfully, but when i saw my cousin’s face, i knew he was only telling me half of it. I wasn’t sure i wanted to hear the rest. My cousin was a chatterbox and loved action, so if something kept him speechless, it was serious. I feel an itchy sensation on my right calf. I go to itch it, but I stop when my fingers glide over a gash in my leg.

I never did tell anyone about the wound because i feared it had something to do with what happened that day in the water.

And i was right.

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