Ow....How long have I been running...? Seconds, minutes, hours? DAYS? I..I can't take it anymore... I've been running for what seems like years....Trying to run away from the feeling that someone is after me...I was always the loner, the gifted lonely one who never got noticed... Until now, that is.

Ever since I was 11, I can remember walking through my school gates for the first time, and there being a shadow of a man looking at me..Every few days through the bars of the fence, he was there sometimes,sometimes not.. It kinda freaked me out, but reasured me at the same time. I was scared and confused at who he was..Yet happy that someone was giving me attention.

Then, it all started. My head hurt whenever I stepped into the light, at night I seemed to come alive and my senses had improved so much I could hear a train that passes through my town a few miles away. I can smell better and I can run...Faster? Hell no, that wouldn't be a good enough word for it! It's bloody inhuman!Then comes the headaches...The accidents, the levitating objects,even more headaches....The pain. The torture, the taunts...I seemed to attract all the pricks in my school. I never had a boyfriend, no friends...

Well, I did have a few before the weird stuff started happening. But they scattered to their own little cliques once I started acting differently.

But who could blame me? My teacher was using a bunsen burner once, I sneezed and he got set on fire! Freaky,no? Then I suddenly started going introverted, from the humorous extrovert I used to be. My humour now scared, my voice sent chills and even my teachers seemed to be frightened of me. When I spoke, people sat upto attention, or snickered behind my back. Days went by at a snails pace,my work seemed so easy, so I got called Teacher's Pet and so forth. I didn't wear contacts or glasses, so that spared me some taunts. Why did everyone hate me? I didn't mean for this to happen...

Then one day something DID happen that I wanted. Helen Parkens, a girl who'd been on my tits ever since I'd set foot inside the school was really being a bitch one day..It just kinda..Set me , spotty and an ass that could cause GBH every time she turned round, I wasn't really in a situation where I could fight back. She was a teachers pet, and had more than a handful of cronies that looked like mini-me's of her. I wasn't really scared of her, but that was because I'd never been in this situation before. It wasn't supposed to be this horrible...Was it?

I can remember being pushed down every time I stood up. One of Helen's cronies had faked a sprained ankle and the teacher was momentarilly out of sight at the first aid office. I was vulnerable and Helen knew it. I'd been having a head-ache that day and her fricken pig voice did nothing but irritate it. "So...You little retard. What you been doing today? Reading? Or drawing them stupid little stick figures that you always draw? Or has that faggot mother of yours been reading you some more bed time stories?"My mum always read me a story at bed time, and they weren't Fairy tales, they were real horror stories, and I drew comic characters, not 'stick figures'...But..The thing was, I was adopted..So she wasn't really my mother...And Helen knew that.

"Ooooh. Have I hit a weak spot? Hah! Atleast I have parents! You fricken little-"I stood up, cutting her off shortly. "Shut-up."I growled..Uh oh. Why the HELL did I say..that?

"Don't you tell me to shut up you little FAGGOT!!!"She lunged again and shoved me over, then stood back up and kicked me in the ribs with her chunky training shoes.I wheezed in pain, my vision blurred slightly.

"B...Bitch! You live on...on others pain! You..YOU BITCH!!!!!!!!"I managed to choke out before she kicked me again, yelling insults atmy knowledge, parents and, to be frank, myself, and how she was so much better than me.

"So...Whats your name..Bitch?"Helen always played this...'Game' with me. But instead of replying with the correct answer(which was 'bitch'), I whispered rather loudly,"I am nothing....Nothing is perfect..."I paused and stood up with an unknown grace.

"Therefore....." A sinister grin spread over my face.

"I. Am. PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!",I snarled, my voice sounded almost animalistic, as I lunged at her with a rage that just sprung up from my stomach somewhere. I can remember getting a few good punches in her stomach before my Sports teacher yanked me off of Helen, I was growling furiously, and most of the other students had backed off a good distance.

"YOU INSULTED MY MOTHER!!! YOU SADISTIC PIG-SHIT!!!!!"I almost escaped my teachers grasp, but my sudden burst of energy had dissapeared into a small mound in my stomach labelled:

"Oh shit. Your in deep shit. RUN!!! Run god-damn you!! RUN BITCH RUUUUUUN!" Yet...All I could muster to do was pass into unconsciousness as the world faded.... ~~~ A/N: Heh....More reviews mean more chapters.... The whole thing will fold out soon enough..Paaatience my sweeeet...Patience..*drool*