Ok Here It Goes
When I was about 6 or 7 years old I began to notice I was different from most. I wasn't very social in school, I kept to my self most of the time, and I only had a few selection of friends, and when I say selection I mean I choose my friends wisely. I didn't and have never liked large crowds. I don't care for people who like to put on a show for others. Popularity has never been my thing. I am who I am, and I'm different. Before I start let me first say, as far back as I can remember I've always been fascinated with wolfs. Whenever we'd go to a zoo I wanted to be near the wolves. I was drawn to them, and they were drawn to me. It started in my early years as I said. At first the changes, or should I say self awareness, was small. I wanted to eat more meat then vegetables, and I liked my red meat as raw as laws allowed. No big deal right, allot of people like their red meats raw. But then one day, I was 8, me and my friends were playing hide and go seek outside, I loved and still do love being outside. Anyway, out of no where this raw, and weird feeling came over me. Someone was hurt or in danger, so I came out of my hiding place. It was what I now call, my 6Th sense. Back to the story, I came out of hiding to search for whoever it was that was hurt or in danger, a strange pull lead me to a tall oak tree, and at the bottom of the tree was my best friend. He lay there not moving, completely unconscious. I did the first thing I could and yelled out for help. I couldn't leave his side. Another one of my friends heard me and came running. I sent them to get help. Long story short, he had fallen out of the tree, had a broken arm and a concussion. That was the first strange thing that happened to me as a young child, and as a young child does my imagination ran wild, but it didn't really feel like my imagination. It felt real and natural. I started to take on traits of a actual wolf. I would run around on all fours sometimes, and howl and the whole nine yards. My family thought I was a normal child just letting my imagination run wild. I even started my own pack. I was Alpha because my friends always looked up to me, they looked to me for guidance, loyalty, and protection against the neighbor hood bullies. Then came the quick reflexes. I could catch things that were about to fall and break. I don't know how many glasses or vases of my mothers I've saved from complete annihilation. ;) I could also move faster then others my age and I was very flexable, normal stuff for some, but when I was 12 and still "pretending" as my mother said, to be a wolf, and still antisocial from most the world, words like shrinks, and doctors, and even mental facilities started flying around, and honestly that scared the living dog pooh out of me. I told myself I had to start acting normal, and so I did. I joined the cheer squad, started socializing more with people and started ignoring instincts. I dumbed down allot of my abilities. I started ignoring my 6Th senses and tried to become normal. That's when the rage and anger began. I was literally going mad. Again I became antisocial, but this time was for another reason. I became saverly depressed. I started acting out in fits of range against my mother. This continued until Sept 10 2001. I was 14 and it was 10 something at night when I had a bad feeling come over that I just couldn't ignore. I went to my mother and told her, she thought it was a panic attack, but I insisted something bad was going to happen. At 3:22 am Sept 11 2001, my uncle who was living with us, called for me. I went to his room with a really bad feeling. He told me he didn't feel good and then as he was talking he lit I smoke and couldn't get it to his mouth, right then I knew it was a stroke. My mother didn't think anything of it at first, but later after my uncle was in the hospital and stable she came to me and said you knew, I just looked at her I couldn't speak, I was to angry to tell her I told you so. We didn't speak much that day. The only word spoken between us was an agreement when we saw the first tower hit, Tarriest attack. Later that day i felt at ease and I told my mom everything was going to be okay. Forty two days later my uncle came home. She began to believe I had a sixth sense about certain things. I predicted my grandfathers death, and many other things since then. Now I'm 22 and new changes have begun to happen. Last year I noticed that a few of my other senses have become enhanced. When I really concentrate I can smell things others can't, I can hear things others can't, I can see in almost total darkness, which I've freaked a few of my friends out with. I'm not sure what's going on, but I feel a big change coming!