What?
My back starts toitch.
What is that?
A sudden thought hits me like lightning.
What if the truth about me isn’t just my magic? What if there’s more, something more… weird?
The actual reason Ihavemagic.
I bow my head, as if the sky itself is weighing on me.
Fear comes. Denial follows.
I don’t want any more differences. Any more strangeness. Any more otherness.
I am a freaking alien enough among humans! I simply want to belong, to be like everyone else.
Frowning, I slide down from the roof plane onto the balcony, a lump of panic growing in my throat.
Who could I talk to about this?
Ragnar? Moon?
Or… Snow?
Each option has pros and cons, and none of them feel right enough to act on, not yet.
One thing I know: my anxiety is rising.
I go back to my room and bury myself under the comforter.
My life… erased by them.
A stupid idea crosses my mind: maybe my memory loss is more of a blessing, something I might once have wished for without knowing it.
I press my face into the pillow and a tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t want any of this. I’m not cut out for whatever this is. I wantnormalcy.
And… something else.
A shy need.
Someone to hold me.
???
The rest of the day I spend holed up in my room, feeling just… awful.
From time to time I read some articles on the net, some about the Ferro family.
Ragnar is right, it’s all over the news.
I stumble upon a blog calledThe Truth Only I Know, where there are some very detailed pieces of information about their family. As I scroll through the article listing all members I find the names.
Anzo Ferro and Summer Larsen… correction! SummerFerro.
That’s my present surname!
