[ 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've always preferred sleep to consciousness. When I was a child, my nightmares in sleep were mere shadows of the horrors that daylight brought. As I fell into unconsciousness each night, the dull aches of the bruises and the piercing pains inside me faded to a single, overwhelming fear. A fear that drove me sprinting too slowly down dark, hazy corridors in my dreams. A fear of what was behind me. I grew used to it, whatever it was. I was always running, afraid, but I knew it. It knew me. 
 
 Until one night, when I felt strong, and it was so familiar, I turned around. The fear throbbed in every corner of my mind telling me to run. But we knew each other. 
 
 Every night after, I pushed aside my fear and stared at it. I stared at it and thoughts began to take shape in my head that were not my own. Sounds and ideas and sights that I could never had imagined on my own. I tried so hard to give something back, but my mind was too incoherent at night. 
 
 During the day, I began drawing what I saw at night. I tried to say what it had told me. I had few friends, and then I had none. Everyone distanced themselves from the `` freak''. I was beaten at school too now. Sometimes, I knew things I should n't. Sometimes, the leader of the other boys or someone who spoke too loudly about me began acting strangely. Mindless, fearful, shambling, muttering about dark things that should stay hidden from the light of day. 
 
 When they came, everyone was scared. The fear grew in every corner of the world, telling them to run, but there was nowhere to run to. But I knew them. And they knew me. When I finally had a chance to meet them, surrounded by tanks and drones and probably some of the most important people in the world, I stared at them. And they asked me a single question in that impossibly intimate way I knew. 
 
 `` *Should we trust? Are you good? *'' 
 
 And at last, I could say something back. I could tell them something. 
 
 `` *No. All bad. We are all bad. *''
