Even thinking about it gives me the flutters but in a BAD way. IT will creep up on me, catching me unawares and I can't do a thing about it. I'm stuck with it, you see, this thing that whispers in my ear and echoes around my head. It tells me that I need to get even with all those people that laughed at me. I keep telling myself that it isn't MY fault and that I can't control it. I have to just go along with it for the sake of my sanity.

It all started when I was five years old. I wasn't a sociable child; always frowning, glaring at everyone who dared to approach me. I just wanted to be left alone. I used to climb up the old apple tree and rest my face against the cooling bark and hope that the strange buzzing noise would go away.