The Key (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: A Thought

         "Maybe if I was born human, then my life would seem normal. Maybe then I would have a place. I was not born so, though. I was born different, I knew that very early. To be born human is to be born many things: blind, deaf, mute, lost, and dead. I was none of those. I could see things no mortal had seen. I could hear things no ears had listened to before. I could speak words that no man had ever spoken. I could feel things that no soul would ever touch. I could live in both places, seperate and together." The words rolled off the speaker's tongue, the entry in the journal seemed to burn the reader's eyes. The meaning was full of hope, but yet held so much pain, so much unknown truth in it.
         The reader, after pausing a bit to catch their breath, to clear their mind, continued on even though it hurt so bad inside. "My sanity was forever lost when I realized the scar I had. Then did I see the truth, but I didn't understand it. I knew of its existance, but yet I couldn't touch it... not yet. They called me foolish, stupid, insane, but it was them who fit the words. They hate what they can't see, what they can't know, but I both see it and know it all too well. My mind is weary. I am lost, a mere child in this world. It hurts me so to write this, but I know I must. I must, for they come for me.
         "They are the ones I see, I hear, I feel, I know. They are what can't be sensed, what can't be shown, and what can't be explained. It is impossible. It is like trying to explain a sunset to a blind man, or a symphony to a deaf man. You can describe every color in the sunset, every note in the symphony, every touch of beauty, of innocence, of harmony, but you can't give them the feeling. I can say what I see, tell what I hear, and speak what I touch, but I can't entrust in them my secret. I can't relay to them what I know. They will never be able to fathom it.
         I will live with all of this forever, or until they finally get to me. They are the shadows at night, the burning fires of the sun, the ripples in the water, the soft touch of the wind, the coldness of the earth, and the burning truth in the light. For they are what I can't see, but can invision. For they are what I can't hear, but can recall their voices. For they are what I can't touch, but can trace their forms. For they are... they are me, and I am them. I am not the one who is lost; I am the one who is found. I am existance. I am solace. I am despair. I am pain. I am hope. I am..."

         The day had been one of the best that Tyler Adams had experienced in his life. It might've even been the best in existance. Tyler was a fifteen year old boy who lived in Crestfallen. He was a sophomore enrolled in the town high school, and enjoyed his life very much. He did well in school, loved to play basketball, and lived a normal teen life. He had a mother, Joan, and a father, Sam. His older sister, Elizabeth, was eighteen, and his younger one, Alexis, was ten. He got along with his family very well. They lived in a small two floored house near a little river that ran through the east part of the town.
         Tyler laid himself down on his bed and closed his eyes. He thought of all the great things that had happened today. He had passed his Biology test with an A, got picked second for basketball in gym class, and had been invited to a party Saturday night by the coolest kids in his grade. Well, those things weren't really what made the day great, but they were nice. What really made his day the best was when his teacher Mrs. Davis told him that his math tutor for the next few months would be Marie Johnson. She was a junior at his high school, and Tyler had a crush on her. Any boy at his school would be foolish not to.