Woken up by an uncomfortable sensation, I stare out into the darkness that made up my room. The air felt wrong and I didn’t feel alone. Hesitantly, I look down at my feet. Eyes peer above the ladder leading to the top bunk where I lie; dark, dangerous, and familiar eyes that seem to still the whole of my body. I can’t move and I can only pretend to be asleep. Had I imagined those eyes. Has my mind gone insane? I wait and listen as I hear the creak of my door opening slowly and closing again. Suddenly, I can hear my heart pounding. What had just happened? Why was he in my room and why was he just staring at me? Tears stream down my face as fear washes through my veins.
It still shocks me to realize how unique I am. What comes so easily to me, seems impossible for others. What appears rare, atleast in my general perspective, is a natural goodness. I watch strangers, family, close-ones make the most simple and uncompassionate mistakes. Mistakes that would seem impossible in my mind. That natural easiness makes me queazy. When I look back at my past, a bunch of faces appear, mostly of people I never got to know but people that used those simple actions to bring happiness into the world instead. I have always viewed those glimpses of personality as my rolemodel. I value the soul of a good person. Anytime I meet one, I pay close attention so that I can learn something new.