My name is Verawenda Erickson. My nickname Vree comes from my initials VRE. My name is a combination of Vera and Wenda. My mom named me after her paternal grandmother Vera Lybrook and Vera’s sister Wenda Walsh. My middle name Renee is my maternal grandmother’s middle name.
I live with my mom and older brother and sister on Myers Ridge, PA. Lightning struck my dad and me on my 13th birthday. The lightning killed my dad and put me in a coma for 10 days. After a 4-day recovery period in the hospital, I was discharged.
Now I see things that no one else can.
I sometimes have difficulty remembering past events from my childhood, which started after I awoke from the coma. When I’m tired or really stressed, it’s difficult for me to know if I’m remembering real events, dreams, or plots from TV shows, movies, or books.
Another thing that began after waking from the coma is my body emits white light when I’m anxious or excited. Crazy, I know. I try to hide it but I know people are gonna see it and think I’m a freak.
On top of all that, 13 is an awkward age, especially when you feel like you’re responsible for your dad’s death.
Myers Ridge sits southwest of Ridgewood, the town I go to school at. Did I tell you my mom is a teacher there? Eighth grade science.
Myers Ridge is mostly old farmland with a few farms in operation, though farming is almost a vanished way of life. My grandparents used to have a dairy farm but they moved in with us while I was in the hospital. A sinkhole appeared at their farm last year, so Grandpa said it was time to retire.
Where there are no houses, barns or fields on Myers Ridge, second growth woods fill the landscape. This is rural country life where lawnmowers are big and loud, tractors plow fields and harvest crops, small flower and vegetable gardens grow in every yard, and barbecues and lemonade are part of backyard activity, as well as swimming in outdoor pools. There’s also backyard camping, hiking in woods, and riding horses in summer. In winter, there’s deer hunting, plowing and shoveling snow, and sleds and snowmobiles to ride.
A Little More About Me
I have straight, shoulder length blonde hair that I usually part in the middle. Mom won’t let me get a pixie cut like hers, though I’d really like short hair so it’d be easier to dry when I’m in a hurry to be somewhere. Maybe some tease and curls added to the shortness … and dye it auburn like hers and my sister’s hair color. My eyes are listed on my birth announcement and student identification as green, but are really blue-green and gray with amber flecks in them. Some days they are bluer, some days greener—the blue stands out if I wear white clothing, and the green stands out if I wear dark clothing. I am 5’ 3” tall and weigh around 85-90 pounds.
Why Did I Start A Journal?
Sometimes I wonder if I awoke from my coma in an alternate reality. If so, it could explain why my skin glows and why I see things no one else sees. Like ghosts. Daddy told me in a dream that I’m psychic. I’ll pass on that. Wouldn’t you? I mean, what would you do if you found out you can see and hear and do paranormal things that most other people cannot? I need to record these things and prove that I’m not crazy. Being a teenage girl is hard enough. Your body goes through physical changes that make you look less like a teenager and more like a woman. And mine makes me look like a freak of nature, glowing in the dark. So you act as if nothing is wrong or different. But you secretly think about the past when you were innocent of the bad things in life, and you dream of a future where everything turns out right.
That’s all I want: to be normal again.