chapter 3

The year was 1997 and I was a sophomore in high school. Internet was still new then and anxiety wasn't as mainstream of a condition like it is today. Back then, they just thought I was a loner, weird, an emo or something.

When I was younger, I used to get sick a lot. Not the kind of sickness when your body fails you. It was the kind of sickness when your mind fails you. At least that's what people thought.

Other kids always thought I was weird, I was always so quiet and alone, and that was enough for them to make fun of me.

People always think introverts have hidden malice behind their personality. Murderers are all quiet. She's quiet because she's contemplating on ways to harm us, etc...etc.

Just because I prefer on being alone doesn't mean I'm contemplating on how to murder people and get away with it.

It wasn't like that, I just didn't like loud noises or didn't want to be around people. I was most comfortable being alone or with the company of a genuine person.

It's just the way it was there's no reason or malice behind it, but people tend to take offense if I don't speak to them, it makes them feel insecure. They take it personal for some reason.

The truth was, my brain was just preoccupied with all kinds of other things and the people around me are the least of my worries. I guess you can say, I was always in my own world.

Repeating numbers continued to grip my mind making its presence known to me as I least expect it.

Walking by the deli store as I made my way back home. The weight of the salami sitting on the scale said 11.11 lbs. and the price of the ham on the display was on sale for $11.11.

I tried ignoring the coinsidence as I went on my way. I had enough dilemma causing a frantic scene at school today. I didn't want a repeat of what happened.

I got on the internet last night after dinner to research about the phenomenon. There's not much I found about it, just a few web-sites dedicated to angels and group chats with people who experienced the same phenomena. It was more common than I thought.

I read for about an hour. Thread after thread of discussions and found out enough information I needed. It basically meant your spirit guides was trying to grab your attention, wanting to tell you something.

My eyes flicked back to the scale inside the store. It flashed a different number this time putting my mind at ease.

What can my spirit guides be wanting to tell me? It all seemed ridiculous. The thought troubled me as my mind brought me back to the incident a few weeks ago.

Then suddenly, I thought I saw a shadow whipped from above my head causing me to look up but a glare of sunlight struck me blind, wincing to shut my eyes before I could make up any figure that made sense.