I was fourteen when I had discovered I was different.
Walking home from school that day, I had put my Ipod on, and I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me. I knew the way home like the back of my hand, so I didn't look up to make sure I was going the right way. I was foolish really.
I crossed the road without looking up, and next thing I knew, I was flying through the air and landing with a thud on the ground. Pain soared through my body. My leg was twisted in an odd angle, and I could feel the individual breaks in my arms. Blood poured from my mouth and all I could hear was screaming about me. I can vaguely remember someone touching me, turning me. Shouting at me if I was okay. My mind slowly drifted away, till the pain was just a dull memory.
Then I felt my bones click back together. My head seemed lighter, and my leg twisted back to normal. I sat up, to the amazement of the people surrounding me, and watched as the the cuts and bruises that covered me slowly faded away. No one spoke to me, they just stared in amazement. I stood up, quickly glancing at the car that had hit into me, and seeing the damage that had been done.
I didn't tell anybody about that day, like my friends or family. I couldn't explain it. I kept expecting it to be in the news, but obviously none of the witnesses had told anyone. They probably thought they were mad, like I did.
I experimented after that. A knife to the leg, a flame to the hand. I could feel the pain each time, but after a few seconds my body just healed itself.I didn't understand why it did. I became more distant with my friends, as everything they did seemed pointless. So what, that Daniel was seeing Michelle. I could escape from a bullet shot, with not even the smallest of marks. Who cares if Mr Davies had given extra homework, I could fix a broken arm in seconds.
But then I got too confident with it. I was sixteen, and I wanted to see if I could fall from a building and survive. I didn't think about the pain, I just thought about watching my body heal itself. I climbed to the top of a high building, and without even thinking about it, jumped. The freedom I felt as I fell through the hair was exhilarating. I felt on top of the world, with no boundaries.
Then I hit the ground, and I felt my skull crumble against the ground. My organs crushed into my broken ribs, and the pain was unexplainable. My mind switched of, and I fainted. After around ten minutes, I came round and thankfully my organs were just beginning to knit themselves back together. I lay there for half an hour, unable to move till all my body had healed. When I stood up, I shook myself. I had come so close to death. My body had never took that long to heal before.
As I had turned to walk out of the alley, I had seen my brother stood there staring at me. The look on his face had made me stop, and none of us had been able to say a word. Then he had ran, and I couldn't catch up to him. He wouldn't say a thing to me, but thankfully he didn't mention it to my parents. That had made me come to the decision to get away. I was hanging on a threshold there, and I needed a new start. It had been hard persuading my parents to send me to boarding school, but they did eventually, and that's how I ended up here.
No one knew me, or knew I was a freak. This time I was going to be careful.