I hummed, putting down the paint brush and then getting up, removing the finished painting from the easel and placing it on the wall. I really hoped we moved soon. Maybe when we did, I could have my own room, away from my twin. My twin and I didn’t always see eye to eye. She was perfect. Literally. She could paint, solve equations in seconds, play chess, sing, dance, and play practically any instrument… and I despised her for it. How could she be so perfect? Sure, I could play chess, but not as well as she could. It was infuriating how much better than me she was.
I sighed, going to the kitchen, deciding to make pancakes. Pancakes were one of the only foods I could eat normally, in my vegetarian lifestyle. Unfortunately, she was there, and she was making pancakes, that I SHOULD’VE been making.
She glanced at me, smiling, “Hey, Moon! Want some pancakes?”
I ignored her, and got a juice box from the fridge. That would satisfy me for now, I hoped. I hummed, and thought about what I was going to do in life, leaning against the wall. I could cook, I could play chess… but I was also a bit paranoid and my siblings didn’t understand me at times. Neither did our parents, but I didn’t care. They just didn’t understand.
It started happening when I was a child. I would hear whispers in my head, and around me. I could see things at times. Interesting things. Glowing lights, things around me. I didn’t understand it, and I still don’t. Could I see something that others couldn’t?