Curiosity (creepypasta)

Blackout

I was always a strange child. I was quiet, others thought i was weak. I was actually just constantly observing. I learned to read a situation by looking at it. I could tell when someone was lying. When someone was scared. If i could trust them or not. Others thought i was stupid for constantly seeking the unknown. I was reckless maybe, but not stupid. I self taught myself jujitsu and karate by watching through the smeared glass of our neighborhoods dojo. I liked to work with my legs, kicking and knocking down. Im good at it too. To this day. When i was in fifth grade, we did a project on ourselves. I wrote about my urge to seek things that were not understood, my curiosity of monsters and magic alike. Kids made fun of me. They taunted me, calling me a freak for believing in magic. They thought it was stupid to be curious all the time. That earned me the nickname Curio. I was, actually, but the name still stung like rubbing salt in a wound whenever someone called out:
Curio! Curio! You are a freak arent you Curio?
It stuck with me until college, before i dropped out that is. Now, as my consciousness drifted through my passed out body, all i heard was the voice whispering...
Curio, Curio, Curio
I now didnt feel like that name was an insult. It felt like a title. Curio. It sounds right.
I felt my body being picked up and moved. I couldnt see anything, but i knew that they were taking my knocked out self back to the cabin on the hill. I couldnt help but be excited. At least they arent killing me.
You'll show them. How valuble you are. You could be a good asset.
But why? Why do i want to join them? I know thats what i want, but why do i?
You dont. I do.
Arent we one and the same? I asked that voice jokingly.
Why Rem, whatever made you think that you and i were the same...?
Or should i say... Curio?
I jolted awake.