[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

I had a certain `` skill'' as a child. 
 
 I could speak in a language that I had never been taught, and one that no one, not even me, could understand. It was strange and mesmerizing when I first spoke it. It flowed from my throat like a river of syllables and sounds, no distinct words, just a slow beating rythm. Constant flow. I could barely stem its tide. 
 
 It first occured in gym class, when I had slipped on the smooth laminate floor, causing me to tumble toward it. I cried out in pain, but instead of the words I had known for most of my life, the River flowed forth from my mouth. The room had fallen silent and all looked on in confusion at what I had just'spoken', no one knowing how to respond to what had happened. When finally the teacher spoke, her voice sounding slightly alarmed, `` What in the hell did you just say?''. 
 I had no words, I was afraid to open my mouth for fear that I may be unable to control what came out of it. At last I relunctantly said, `` I... I have no idea.'' 
 
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 First they sent me to the doctors, thinking I might have a concusion, a brain bleed, a tumor, SOMETHING to explain what happened. They sent me through every test at least twice, finding nothing out of the ordinary, just a perfectly healthy young boy they said. Then they sent me to the shrinks, one after the other, asking me question after question, finding nothing that could explain my strange speech. 
 
 Eventually the constant testing and re-testing died down, and my life returned to some semblence of normality. I could barely keep the words from coming most days, so whenever I could, I would find a private place to let the words flow, until I could once again hold it in, until I could sleep. 
 
 But one cool September night, I heard... EVERYONE heard, a sound like the sky splitting. And then the night became as bright as day, and They began to fall to the earth. Great metal spheres, covered in strange markings. I ran from the house to one of the Fallen, pulled by an unknown attraction, which slided and twisted open in a strangley sickening way, to reveal a dark, long limbed creature. It approached me, walking in a seemingly broken way. Leaning down to me it made a strange, layered noise to me, and I doubled over in pain. I could feel my throat splitting and twisting and sliding around, reforming anew, and a headache worse than any migraine. Then all fell into place in my mind. 
 
 I remembered my purpose now, why I was brought here, planted, like a seed in the night. 
 
 And I began, in the Formal Speech, my report. 
 
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 This is my 2nd submission to this sub, I hope you enjoy!
