***Flashback***
It's getting worse. I know it is. I can feel it. The world keeps spinning, and I'm losing control. I need to tell my friends what's going on. I need all the support I can get.

It's a Monday morning. I get up and put on my lenses. They aren't too big, so no one notices that I even have them on. I have a killer headache though.
I ride the bus to school. The trees seem as they are right in front of me, and if I could touch the soft leaves. I reach out, but only touch the window.
At school, I see Stacey, my friend. I walk towards her, but then stop due to a major headache. Stacey looks at me with a weird face.

"Kyra?" She says. She helps me up. I shake my head, and suddenly the world looks normal again. I get stubborn. I can't hide this any longer.

"Let's meet at lunch; there is something I need to tell you." I say. Stacey gives me a confused look and nods, and goes on with her daily life.
Lunchtime comes, the dreaded moment that I have been praying would never even come in the first place. Stacey comes over, sits down, and grins at me.

"So, what's up?" She says. I take a breath in, and excel. Admitting to your friend and all your loved ones that you have a rare disease is extremely hard. I look her straight in the eye.

"Stacey," I say. "I have Pelopsia."At first, Stacey just looks at me. She has a strange look on her face.

"Pelopsia?" she says. I groan.

"Stacey," I try to explain without crying, "Pelopsia is a... rare condition. It basically means I can't vision the world properly."

She gives a weird look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means... I'm not normal," I say. Stacey still seems confused.

"But you had this 'so-called' disease, then why did you never tell me about it?" She asks. My heart ached.

I knew I should've told her earlier.

"I was scared about what you were going to think about me." I start, "are you going to leave me? Are you going to diss me? Are you going to make fun of me? Are you going to tease me? Will we stop being friends?" I drop both hands at my side.

"So, what you're trying to say, is that you don't trust me?" Stacey says, obviously hurt. I quickly try to defend myself.

"No, no! Not at all! Of course I trusted you! I was just nervous to tell anyone."

Lunch was almost over, and Stacey kept giving me weird looks. I understand; if my friend had a disease and randomly brought it up over a Monday morning, I would give them weird looks as well. As soon as lunch was over, I see Stacey walking over to Connor and Mia, our other friends, and whisper something into their ears. She points at me, while Connor and Mia exchange looks. My heart drops.

I forgot to tell her to keep my condition a secret.