Pain. It pours from me. Voices race in my mind and I begin to feel light-headed. It feels like a million sledgehammers being slammed into my head at full force. I can’t see or focus on anything but the powerful deathening blows to my head. Its happening again. I can’t control it.

As I clutch my head in one hand and feel for an object of any kind to tell me where I am, I hear a piercing ring to my ears. I can feel it coming. Knowledge. Knowledge of one’s own personal thoughts racing towards me like a rumor about to spread. As I scream all the answers fill me and make me whole until, there is nothing left.

migraines. I get them a lot. The only different thing about mine is that afterwards I know things I shouldn’t know. Things I don’t want to know. Things that could get me killed.

My momma says that everyone gets migraines. I know that's true, but they sure don’t get them like mine. I feel a lingering feeling of betrayal afterwards, and it haunts me. I feel like I am intruding on someone and I hate the feeling, the pressure. Sure, my migraines have their perks but just as they make me whole, they empty me, and leave me to nothing.

As I pick myself off the ground, I can’t help but to still feel woozy. My eyes flutter open and I can still see blurry blobs in the corners of my eyes. I know where I am now. School.

As the entire class crowds around me I hear patches of words from all around the room. Most of which weren’t very nice.

“ Are you okay Liz ?” The teacher asks me in a very concerned tone.

“ Yeah I’m fine. Just a little migraine.”

“ Why don’t I have someone escort you to the nurse and you can stay up there just to be sure?”
The first day and I have already managed to freak out the teacher. After I was sent to the nurse’s office, the rest of my day consisted of lying down in one of those uncomfortable school beds. Finally when my momma came to pick me up, I told her about my migraine. She just stood and listened until I was finished explaining the great pain it had caused me.
“ Should I schedule another appointment with the doctor, then?” She asks the same as she always does.

“ No momma, I’m fine. It’s just, why does this keep happening to me? I have listened to all the doctors, taken all the medicine. Will it ever stop?”

“ Lizzie, aren’t you over exaggerating, just a tad?”

“ No momma, you don’t understand. Do you think I am just making it all up? The pain, the ear-splitting noise, do you think I’m doing it for attention?”

“ Quite frankly, I don’t know what to believe. We have seen a lot of doctors, Liz, and all of them say there is nothing wrong with you. They say they think their is a psychological reason behind it. Maybe because you feel lonely and it’s the only way you see deemable to get attention?”

“ Do you actually believe that, or is that what you keep telling yourself?” Our quiet, calm conversation has become a loud uproar.
The next thing I know, I’m storming out of the car. Fuming with anger. I walk up to our house, unlock the door with my key, run upstairs and into my room. I then lay in bed and ponder over my day. My life. I ask myself why? Why me? Why this?

The next day was different. When I walked into class a bunch of students asked if I was okay. I lied an said, “ Yeah I’m fine.” The further the day went by I just sat and took the sympathy, muttering the same words. That was the worst part. Pretending to be okay when obviously I wasn’t. Then something different happened. That was definitely not expected. When the final bell rang, I gathered my things and started walking home. I heard my name being called from behind me.

“ Hey Liz! Liz, wait up!” I heard hollering behind me.
I turned around and found that Eliott Greer was chasing after me and was about 20 feet away. When he finnally caught up he stopped to catch his breath.

“ Did that 20 feet really wear you out that much?” I said sarcastically.

“ I’ve been chasing after you for like the last two blocks now. I called your name like 100 times. Didn’t you hear?”

“ I was distracted. So what did you want? Science homework?”

“ No. I was wondering if you were okay. I mean yesterday. You really scared me there for a second. I forgot to ask earlier and I wanted to make sure I did.”

“ I’m fine.” I mutter again like I have all day. I wish people would stop asking. I don’t want to be known as the freak who has migraines! I want to be normal!

“ Do you mean that or are you just saying it?” he questions.

“ Huh? Yeah I guess I mean it or else why would I say it?”

“ Why are you lying to me? You aren’t fine and you and I both know it. Why are you being so stubborn. Why can’t you just tell me? I wan’t to know,” he says.
“ There is nothing to tell. It was a migraine let it go. I have. Why are you even talking to me anyways. All you do is ignore me. I am surprised you even know my name. I would be even more surprised if you could spell it. Now , if you don’t mind I will be going. Aren’t you missing football practice anyways or something like that?”

“ It wasn’t just a migraine. You and I both know it. Of course I know your name. We are in the same Science, English, and Spanish class. Oh, and it’s Friday. No football practice.”

“ What do you know about me? Let me answer that for you. absolutely nothing.”

“ Yes I do know something about you. Actually I know a lot more than you think.”

Out of nowhere the immense pain grows until I fall to the ground. I hold my head for support and the pain dosen’t stop. I scream and the knowledge keeps building until I black out.

I wake up in a hospital room. My mom sits to my bedside and I see two vases of flowers to my left. I try sitting up but I feel too dizzy.
“ What’s going on?” I ask.

“ Honey, your in the hospital. You blacked out on the way home from school. Thank god your friend was there. He called an ambulance for you and stayed here till I got here. He even got you those beautiful flowers over there. Aren’t they lovely?” She sounded concerned. I hope she believes me now.

“ Wh-what friend?” I ask groggily.

“ I think he said his name was Eli? I don’t know. I am just glad your safe. You worried me.”

“ How long have I been out of it?”

“ Three days. Since Friday.”

“ Three days?”

“ Honey, do you want me to go see if there is a doctor around?”

“ No, mom. I am fine.” I just wanted her to leave me alone for a while. “ Can you go get me something from the cafeteria?”

“ Yeah, sure. I will be right back.” After that, she leaves.

Just then Eliott walks in. I try to remember the last thing I said to him and then I get something huge. He knows. The crazier thing, I know he knows. Knows of my knowledge , my migraines. Everything. Now what will I say? Just that?

He breaks the silence. “ Hey.”

I come out right with it. “ I know.”

“ Know what?” he asks curiously.

“ Migraines. I know you know about them. What I really get from them.”

He bursts out into laughter. “ Migranes?” he began. “ What you get, the’re not migraines they are side effects. You were adopted, Liz. We both come from a different planet.”

Now I was laughing. “ You know how crazy you sound?”

“ I’m telling the truth.”

“ Okay, If we come from a so called different planet then why didn’t I hear about it on the news? Oh, and why didn’t my mom tell me I was adopted?”

“ The government didn’t want to raise suspicion so they cleaned it up, like it never happened. The rest of us are probably on some area base being experimented on. We were infants so they just put us up for adoption. They wiped our memory. And your mom? She probably never wanted you to find out.”

“Okay mr. alien. How do you know all of this?”

“ Because the government didn’t realize that one of our kind put a flash drive on me that self-destructs after you read it.”

“ You are full of it.” I laugh. “ Is this some type of prank?”

“ I am telling you the truth. I can prove it to you. Your side effects will probably dissipate now that you have finished developing. You will start to gain other powers. Like this.” He closed the hospital door and the blinds. He checked for the coast to be clear and then stared at an object: My cell phone. Out of nowhere it levitated off the table. Then it sat back into its original position.

“ H-how did you do that?” I asked.

“ I’ m telling you we aren’t from here. We have special mental abilities that make us different from other lifeforms. I have been looking for you. I sensed your precense and when I heard of your so called migraines I did a little more digging and figured it out.”

“ O-okay.” I was still trying to grasp the whole aspect to it. “ So, what do we do now?”

“ Free the others.”