Scars Of A ShadowbloodMy name is Rose Shadowblood. Although I am still, in many ways, young I have had this name for centuries.
I’ve always known I was different, although not always sure if it was good or bad. I can see and hear things that no one else can but these were not the signs that confirmed my suspicions.
My scars are the true secret to my identity, the scars I try so hard to hide. On my left hand, right above my thumb I have a crescent moon. Upon my Solar Chakra I have a small butterfly. On my back, in-between my shoulder blades I have the scars of my wings.
I didn’t always have my wings; they just appeared and haven’t gone away. My mother thinks I’m hurting myself but I’m not. She doesn’t understand. I don’t understand!
My life since I was born has been a living hell!
My father and mother always fought, my mom worked too much and my dad was a drunk. By age 5 they separated for good. Then my dad died and my mom got cancer. Suddenly I have PTSD, depression, anxiety, ADHD, anemia, migraines, and insomnia. I also might be “mentally ill”, which is a BS way of saying “we don’t understand so you must be insane.”
I shy away from skin contact because it makes me sick! My body sucks up life energy like a sponge. And sometimes I’m stupid enough to let people talk me into looking into their past lives. One brain can’t handle millions of memories rushing through it, hence the migraines.
And then when I do finally get some form of sleep I simply leave my body for a while and spend about an hour watching myself sleep.
Has anyone else experienced any of the things I’m talking about? Please?!
People think I’m crazy and I’m starting to believe them…