I am different.

'Unique' is the word doctors used often to refer to my situation. But I know they only put it that way to make me feel better, to make me feel like I'm someone special.

But like I said, they don't fool me; I'm nothing special. Just a troubled teen with issues. Major issues nonetheless. Apparently, something in my brain isn't functioning properly since that stupid accident ten years ago and they have never encountered the symptoms I have before. It is obvious there is something wrong with me but still they can't find the reason why I am who I am today.

But all of that doesn't make me precious, it makes me broken. A piece of shit in which nobody is interested. But I've learned to live with it. I've learned to live with the fact that I'll always be alone. No friends and not even someone to talk to.

But it's for the best. I actually prefer it this way. It's not like I would be able to communicate with anyone anyway. Talking isn't my forte anymore... I stutter, even though my thoughts are crystal clear at all times. And that makes me not wanting to talk anymore and people don't want to talk to me anymore as well. Which is fine by me. I avoid people as much as possible anyway, try to be invisible to everyone who could harm me.

But I failed once. I failed to keep to my motto the minute I was seen by her.

A/N: So this something new. :D
Let me know what you think because I really want to know if it's worth it to continue this idea :)

This entire fic will consist of short chapters (+/- 1000 words each) and I'll update frequently (+/- two times a week)
Hope you at least like this (because I'm quite nervous to share this one with you!)

Love, Ellen