Scatterbone

So this is what my life has come to, he thought miserably as he sat in a corner and listened to the energetic chattering of his extensive family. Hiding in plain sight while everyone pretends they're not staring. It was obvious enough that they were, although apparently only his mother lacked the tact to at least fake disinterest. But he was used to her scrutiny. No, it was the attention of his less-nuclear relatives that bothered him most. His cousin Annette's family were particularly vile. Annette herself had always been rather kind to him as he was growing up; being several years older, she'd always acted somewhat protective of the younge

What if we were normal? Would this sickness go away? Would the voices be silenced, Or are they here to stay? What if I was normal? Would people notice me? Could I have normal friends, and a normal family? What if you were normal? Would you still be my best friend? Are you better off normal, or with a mind to mend? What if they were normal? Could they see the good in you? Would they still be rude as ever, or would they start their lives anew?