Night Sight

Ever since I was a little girl I have been able to see strange things. I have always been very clumsy and a lot of the other kids used to pick on me calling me names because I used to talk to myself a lot. What they didn’t know though is I never really was talking to myself, because all around me in this world are creatures many believe to be myth and only I can see them. These beings have many names but to me I just call them all demons, they cause mischief and love to be the center of attention. Many children are able to see them when they are young but usually outgrow it after their beliefs in fairytales fade. This second sight of mine though has not faded one bit in fact over the years it has grown stronger enabling me to see even larger more menacing demons. Throughout the years of all the bullying, I went on through their teasing holding my head high. When I was in elementary school I hated being able to see things others couldn’t and I constantly would go home in tears asking my dad what was wrong with me. He would just get a pained look on his face and hold me tight as he continuously would repeat he is sorry. Later on I learnt that this so called foresight I have is passed down the line generation after generation and I inherited it from my mother who passed away when I was only six years old. The only thing I have of my mother is a journal she had written when she found out she was pregnant with me explaining the foresight and the true meaning behind it. My mother wrote something about everything changing and becoming even clearer on my eighteenth birthday. I am now 17 and I have spent many years learning how to make it look like I could not see demons and have a normal life. Today all that training will be put to the test because from this day on I am officially a high school junior. The biggest change that completely turned my world around all started when I chanced upon a guy sleeping in the park when I was walking to school. He was wearing the same school uniform as me, but I didn’t recognize him so I decided to step closer to get a better look. At that exact moment I recognized him immediately, it was Gray Nightshade a senior, he was very popular with the girls and it seemed he was with a different girl every week. All the girls fought for his affection and honestly with a face like that who would not swoon in their boots, but to accompany those devilishly good looks was an even scarier personality. He was the guy everyone wished they could be always had a gorgeous girl by his side not to mention he was a certified bad boy. He was constantly getting into fights leading to his suspension on many occasions, but the thing that drew the girls in even more was the fact he grabbed life by the horns and didn’t care about the consequences that would follow. Gray was also known around campus to be a dare devil and enjoyed racing motorcycles for cash whenever he had the chance. My first encounter with Gray was in the spring when the opening ceremony was taking place. While I was making my way towards the gym trying to keep from getting drenched from the downpour that came out of nowhere I ended up dropping my keys in a hole in the sidewalk filled with gross water. I cursed at myself and bent down to grab them but then I seen a large hand plunging in retrieving my keys from the murky water. I looked up and was shocked to lock eyes with Gray , he smiled at me and placed my keys in my hand before taking off to the gym. After that fateful day I have always found my eyes searching through the ocean of students just to find him. Before Gray there was never a guy who seemed to catch my attention, but since then I can’t help searching for him like I am getting pulled by an invisible magnet that is drawing me towards him bit by bit. I knew it was a futile attraction, how could someone like him ever notice a no body like me when all I am good at is my artwork. I could never have prepared myself for all the things to follow.