4 June 2012
It was on my twelfth birthday that I discovered what I was; or my 'condition' as my grandma liked to call it. I was the seventh descendent of Sirens in the Jenkins family, and since my mother developed a recessive Siren gene, when I was born I developed two of them. Like a double dose of the condition. My powers developed quicker than they were meant to, Sonora precautions had to be taken for my safety and everyone else's. My grandmother was the last known Siren in our family, so it was lucky that she was able to teach me about what it means to be a Siren. I learnt how to manage and control my powers to an extent, but I don't think anyone anticipated just how powerful I would grow to be.
A little before my eighteenth birthday, my grandma passed away. The grief of losing the one person who knew exactly what I was going through was too much for me to bear. My control over my powers slipped, I was numb. I was becoming so out of control; I felt the emptiness in my heart soon fill with energy and power. I grew angry and confused. Why me? Why now? I guess it was around this time that my little accident happened. My relationship with my mother soon spiralled out, we were both grieving, hurting deeply. Since my mothers powers never developed, she feared me, and when I needed someone to be there for me, she didn't know how to be. I understand her choice to kick me out and protect herself and my dad, but I felt so alone in this town that I grew up in, a town where I thought no one else understood my situation.
Chapter 1 (continued) • Opuss № I