Cursed...

"Samantha. Samantha can you hear me" their voice echoed. I felt a cold, damp cloth on my forehead. I fluttered my eyes open and glanced around, realising where I was. It wasn't the first time I had woken up and found myself lying in the middle of our living room carpet. "Sam, wake up darling" I recognised this voice to be my moms. "Urghh what happened?" I moaned, my eyes finally adjusting to the light. "You passed out again hun, sorry I didn't to move you just incase...here drink this..." she said holding my head up and giving me a cup full of some sweet smelling liquid. I took reluctantly and gluped it down, trying my best to not taste it. I forced myself to sit up and looked at my mother. Her brown wavy hair tied up in a messy bun. Her green eyes glistened in the light. She looked tired and worn out...and frightened "Samantha darling, are you alright?" she asked worridly. "I'm fine mom, don't worry" I replied closing my eyes again, my head pounded and my body ached like hell. "It's just that- everytime this happens...I worry that you'll never wake up again" she trailed off. I opened my eyes and looked at her, tears were forming in her eyes. "Aw mom don't say that!" I cried. I gathered all the strength I had left and walked over to her and flung my arms wide. She embraced my hug tightly and whispered in my ear, "I love you and I will always love you no matter what!" "Me to" I replied softly, a tear rolled down my cheek as I rested my head on her shoulder. After a while we let go, "Honey I think you should get back to sleep, you look very weary" she implied reassuringly while carresing my cheek. "Okay, well um goodnight" I smiled weakly. She gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and then watched me walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I flung myself on the bed, there was no way I was going to fall asleep soon. It happened again, I passed out again. What was wrong with me? My mother was always afraid to take me to hospital incase I was brought in to the police or a lab to be another one of the scientists experiments. My mother always told me I was gifted and that I should treasure it. Truth is im a freak! It happens nearly everytime I touch someone's skin, something bad happens to them and everytime I have some sort of 'vision', I pass out. Its not even something that is easily seen, they come in fragments and are usually vivid and blurry which causes me to faint, leaving me a pounding headache afterwards.
It has happened to me in school before and thats partly why I am home-schooled now. Bad thing about that is that I have hardly any friends and I can tell most of them talk about me behind my back, calling me all sorts of names. I was called a freak at school and some people even went far enough to call me a witch or a devil worshiper, but I'm not. I'm just an average 15 year old girl with long brown hair and green eyes - just like my mother. People say I am pretty and some people have even called me gorgeous but thats not the point. I love to shop like any other girl, I have had a few crushes on boys like any other girl. I am basically just like any other girl except I may have a few twists in my life and they don't. Life is hard for me.
Very hard.