When I was in my teens, I lived in a foster home and had, what I suppose you might say, a foster sibling. This sibling, who despite doing some wicked things, I

When I was in my teens, I lived in a foster home and had, what I suppose you might say, a foster sibling. This sibling, who despite doing some wicked things, I still reserve some admiration and affection for, though their status beyond some very serious legal troubles has remained unknown to me for many years. I was, at some point, poisoned. With what, I never discovered. But I do remember the effects, which were extremely difficult. Extreme fatigue, disorientation and a very persistent, strange metallic essence present in the mouth and sinuses for weeks or months. If it were only these symptoms alone, I'd have never suspected anything, despite the 'sibling's' known and well exhibited tendencies for cruelty. At the age of, perhaps 17, I asked for help shaving my head, which was abundant with hair. We were both surprised to see that an inch of the growth, closest to the scalp, was solid gray. This is quite freakish for a teenager, and none of those who witnessed it failed to be astonished. I still remember the reaction as we made the observation during the haircut, which gave a slight impression of 'oh shit... Did I go too far? Oh well...' <Smirk>. I've been through too much since to know why or what ails me presently, and I'm sure there are many factors, but my health is pretty damn complicated. This shit does happen.