If you have clicked on this story, it either means you are way too curious, or you are one of us. Then again, I have too much curiosity too. Know that once you scroll down, there is no going back. You can't just walk away and forget about it, because the memories and dreams will haunt you. So be ready for the journey ahead. Because it is going to be a tough one. Anyone that isn't ready, go ahead and click out of this page.The rest of you, take a deep breath and scroll down.
Today was Christmas. I got out of my bed, shoved some Christmas music into my ears, and ran upstairs. I slowed when I saw the tree, all light up and beautiful. I stared at it for a long time before waking my parents, who woke up my sisters. Time flew by. We opened our stockings, which were full of candy and little toys like Hatchimals. Audrey, my second-youngest sister, got a barbie castle from “Santa”. Julie, my eight-year-old sister, got an expensive skateboard. Brielle, my youngest sister who was two, got a cute little bike. There was only one thing I had wanted this Christmas, besides to get better. Sarah sat next to me when I opened my big gift. It was a long stick attached to a feather. I immediately recognized it, and if you are a cat person, you probably recognized it too. On the bottom of the box was a note. It read you are getting a kitten! I screamed with excitement. A cat was the only thing I wanted this Christmas. “Why,” you ask? I'm not sure. I just did. That day, I didn't get any other presents, like my sisters. But that was fine with me. The first part of December had been crummy, and Christmas was a good break from that. We took Sarah with us to pick out a kitten from the Humane Society and ended up getting a black, orange, and white tortoiseshell. I named the kitten Echo. She and Sarah were immediate friends, and I spent all day with my family, baking cookies, playing in the snow, and having a good time. The music in my ears kept me going, kept my energy level high enough.
That was the best day I'd had in a long time.
I was still a mystery to doctors and scientists, especially since they figured out music rose my energy level. CNN wanted to put me on the news, but I said no. I didn't need people around the world seeing the girl who could barely walk without collapsing. Scientists from all around Missouri came to see me, trying to study me, and I hated it. But my parents wanted answers. So I let them. One day, a scientist said that there was another boy like her. He had all the same symptoms, extreme exhaustion, occasional pain in the muscles, slight chest pain. Music healed him as well, except his music was rock instead of country and pop like me. The boy lived in Nebraska. Deciding that it was a breakthrough that I wasn't the only one, my mom and dad flew me out to Nebraska, to meet the boy that was like me. It was a long ride, most of which I slept on, to Nebraska. We checked into a hotel and unpacked all our stuff. I had brought Sarah and Echo because they helped me through December. Now, they could help me through January. Echo immediately started to check out our hotel room, while Sarah was more cautious. I laid down in the bed and thought about what was happening to me. I thought about Andy, the girl I somehow healed. I knew it wasn't a coincidence that Andy had come from the edge of death to completely healed in one day. I wasn't stupid! I wondered if the boy had answers to what was happening because science sure didn't. I'd always wanted more adventure in my life, more fantasy. I didn't know that this is what would happen.
