Chapter Five

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-Missing Pieces-

My parents were finally given an answer when I was eight years old.  Dad was right, and know that we knew Mom was acting a lot different. 

Childhood schizophrenia.

It's almost unheard of. It's so rare you're more likely to find a unicorn having lunch with Santa in your bedroom then be diagnosed with it. 

Mom wouldn't let me go back to school after what I saw on the bus. She said it was just too much stress for me. School wouldn't help me right now, she said I needed special attention. Mom would tell me that I couldn't go to school with Nick because of my special powers.  

She taught school me at home, in our living room. I liked having Mom as my teacher. We would go outside more, and I was starting to meet more kids my age. 

My Parents were always trying to keep Evelyn and Cashmere away.  Getting me to do things like color and play outside with my brother. Even with all of the distractions the cats didn't stay away for long.  They never really did leave, they still haven't to this day, they grew up with me, they became a part of me. Nothing could tear the three of us apart.

Mom and I would hang out and make things in the kitchen while Dad and Nick were gone. She was a lot nicer, and didn't get as upset about the way I acted anymore. The arguing between my parents subsided to an almost complete stop. That was my favorite part of the diagnosis.

At the age of nine years old I began to understand what was really going on. Why I was different from the other kids and what made people afraid of me.  I started to realize that it was super powers I possessed, it was something else that possessed me. 

Reading became one of my favorite pass times, Mom taught me to read fluently before I was six. I remember the excitement rushing through my veins when I found that old copy of the classic Alice In Wonderland at a homeless shelter downtown. I was five years old and there with mom while she volunteered to help raise money for the place. Being intrigued by the detailed pictures I instantly fell in love. I wouldn't but it down, I knew it was wrong at the time, but when it was time to go I slipped the book under my jacket and took it home with me.

I later confessed this to Mom, who laughed and grinned not sure what to do about the situation. After apologizing for days she finally convinced me that the book wouldn't be missed. She taught me how to read with this book, I finished it that summer. I've read that book over a dozen times now, I could probably recite it by heart if you asked me too.

The was the start of my reading addiction. Ever since I was little I had loved reading. I thought maybe entering the worlds in my novels, I might be able to find a passage into Setainia with Cashmere and Evelyn. But that wasn't going to happen for a while.

I didn't get my books from the library, because I was afraid someone would track my finger prints off the pages. I bought all my books from used book stores or thrift shops. This scared me a little, not knowing where the books were coming from; but they were always the cheapest at those places. 

My books and I had a special relationship, I would read anything that was recommended, even if I didn't like it even half way into it. I could finish the stories so fast that I would read books I hated just to have something to read. James always had the best recommendations. I liked that about him. Dad would take me to get a stack of new books once a month. When I was waiting for a new book I would read back over the old ones, mostly the Alice In Wonderland story.

"Uhg" I growled picking up my newest read from the kitchen table.

"What is it sweetheart?" Mom cooed from the stove. I wasn't sure what she was making but it's delicious aroma filled the entire downstairs. 

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