Necromania
- An obsession with death or the dead.
As children,we are told by our parents, we are special when we did something no other kid would do.But I never knew I was special in a completely different way .So, when I brought home dead insects or dead flowers as a gift for my parents ,they just said I was a little different than the the other kids .But when the dead worms and butterflies gradually progressed to birds ,it was then that the concern started .
But I was a naive child I didn't see the concern written on their faces and kept bringing them home as a way to make my parents happy.After a few talks with specialists about my odd habits,they were convinced that it was a phase and they had nothing to worry about .
So, they went about it normally,well as normally as they could.
You'd think life as five year old would be all fun and rainbows ,but living in a town were almost nothing exciting ever happened and houses were so spread apart ,there was no one to play with.
I had the same loving parents most people did and looked more like my dad ,with my sharp heterochromia brown-green eyes, soft cherry colored lips and freckles all over my cheeks .The only features I got from my mother were the dimples on both my cheeks when I smiled and a little button nose.
You could say I was a little 'daddies girl' from the constant hang outs we had at the parks or the tree house in the backyard or how we would stay awake late at night and listen to 'Virginia moon' by the Foo Fighters on vinyl and dance to our hearts content while mum would sneakily take pictures .We'd stuff our faces with pie during thanksgiving and would always have to go on every ride in the water park .It was tradition to us ,our little hobby since I was little .
In a way ,he was my only friend as I was too socially awkward and couldn't make friends even if my life depended on it .Ever since the awkward conversation I tried to have with Edward Mathews in kindergarten, when our teacher told us to make friends ,I stayed away from all kids and felt sad or lonely when I saw all the others had friends to play with .
That was when I discovered Aria . She was the friend i made up and pretended to play with it.What started off with just a voice at the back of my head ,turned into a hallucination of a girl with striking grey eyes and raven black hair, who would always play with me and listen to my stories .
When my parents discovered this odd thing, they tried to set up play dates with other kids but I never I wanted to go, I was too busy talking to aria to realize I was slowly losing my sanity because of loneliness.
I never realized the pained or terrified faces my parents would make when they saw me talking to the air in front of me. She was my friend now .I'd save her a seat at school or anywhere I went and kids would bully me for her which resulted with me throwing things at them . At first ,I'd throw small paper balls at their heads which slowly turned to throwing rocks at their bodies ,so that I got see them go through the same pain as Aria did.
When the throwing started getting worse , and the other parents realized that their children came home with welts or scratches on them because of the rocks, my parents would get called into the principals office with a thousand complaints,telling my parents it would be better if I were home-schooled rather than sent to school.
After my parents got involved and were notified about my 'throwing habits' as everyone called it, my parents were told to teach me how to calm down . And as always, I was put in the wrong , and nobody bothered to listen to me when I told the teachers about the bullying in school.
Of course they never mentioned it to my parents either. As a result I was never left alone in my room , my parents too afraid of what I might do in a fit of anger and always had a teacher keeping a sharp eye on me ,making sure that if I were ever angry , I would immediately be separated from the other kids to ensure no got hurt when someone said Aria wasn't real.
The bullying just got worse after that though.I was helpless and lonely and Aria told me the only way to cope with it all was anger ,that it solved everything .
I was too stupid to see ,that she was slowly taking over my body ,influencing my actions ,feelings and thoughts . I was scared and she took advantage of it by trapping me in her web of deception, hate and lies .
And I just let her take over me. Maybe if I had asked for help or advice on how to properly deal with it then id be normal like all the other kids. Maybe then they wouldn't look at me like I was an outcast .
This was just the beginning though .The beginning of what was to come .
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AUTHORS NOTE
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( I've noticed that my chapters are a bit small ,but bare with me here and I assure you they will get longer and better as the story progresses ,these are just a few essential chapters to fill u in on why Morgan is how she is and why she acts the way she does when she's older. It is important that you remember certain incidents and habits that Morgan has to better understand her instability later on in the story)
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