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12 years ago…
I was sitting in our favorite ice cream shop and hang out spot with my friends, having fun like we always do after school. I’ve had a weird feeling since I came in, its like someone is watching or something is going to happen, but when I look around there’s nothing and no one there but I can’t shake the feeling. Ashley notices that I’m on edge and asks “hey y/n/n you good? You seem a little bothered”
I snap out of my haze and answer “yeah, just… something feels weird” i look around again feeling something shift. “
what kind of weird?” Neal asks this time. “
are you sure your powers aren’t tricking you like last time when the only bad thing that happened was that the ice cream bowl broke?” Taylor says.
What she doesn’t know about that ice cream bowl is that I don’t think it was an accident. I felt someone else’s presence that day, but I’ll never tell her that.
“ yeah, maybe” I answer looking around again.
My three friends and my family are the only ones that know about my powers. I can read minds, move things with my mind, teleport, and kind of an animal whisperer but I don’t know if it’s a power or just that I’m really good with animals. There are some wolves, dears, and other animals that I hang out with when I need some time alone, they’re surprisingly good listeners. My family doesn’t trust my friend with my secret, but it’s been two years and they haven’t told a soul and I’m grateful for that. We were talking about Ashleys crush and how she talked to her today when I feel a lot of energy closer, and I snap my head up earning weird looks from them. As if on cue three men with black ski masks and guns enter the shop yelling for the cashier to put the money in the bag. The two other guys are making sure everyone in the shop doesn’t leave. I stand up and Ashley pulls my hand to sit back down but I pull it off and stand again
“HEY!” they all look at me “you know its illegal to rob someone without their consent… right?” I say with a confident face, bottling up all my fear so I don’t show it.
They guy clocks his gun on me “do you think we care?” he asks I tilt my head acting confused
“well sorry, but I just assumed since its five years in federal prison for armed robbery and there are hostages so I think, I think you care just a little bit” I raise to a high pitch voice at the end to annoy him and it clearly worked, I can literally see the smoke coming out of his ears.
"maybe if you went for a liquor store it would’ve been easier, there’s barely any cameras and they get robbed all the time, plus you get all the liquor you want” I say matter of factly.
He places the gun on my forehead “you think you’re slick huh kid?” he says. I shrug my shoulders. He puts pressure on my forehead with the gun and leans close to my face.
I decide to be a bitch “ugh, your breath stank” I tell making a face.
Apparently, that was his last straw, and he proceeds to let me go and take a few steps back. Turns around and starts shooting me. I feel the fires one on my shoulder, then another one in my thigh, then my hip, then stomach and when I’m in the floor coughing up blood, he comes closer to me and aims the gun at my forehead. The final shot to my head triggered something in me and it sent a black wave of energy all around the shop and I blacked out.
When I woke up, I looked around the shop. The air was thick with smoke, when there were once people in the seats are now piles of dust, the counter was almost non-existent ‘did I do this?’ I asked myself. I looked at my hands, they were glowing black. The sound of police sirens and ambulances snaped me out of my daze and I ran to the backdoor. I realize my clothes got burned off ‘ahh fuck’ I say to myself. I decide to dumpster dive for clothes, at least until I get home. I go back ho through the woods to not attract attention and climb my back fence since I don’t have my key ‘wait if I don’t have my key, it means its in the shop and if the cops find it, they can trace it back to me’ I face palmed myself ‘better hope it got obliterated with my clothes.'
Long story short… it didn’t.
8 years ago…
They still blame me for it. It’s been 4 years and they still blame me. I did my time in juvie, almost four years. I got released early on good behavior. When I came back all I got were dirty looks. I mean it’s not like I expected something else but still. I got released three weeks ago and I turn eighteen tomorrow; I plan to write some letters to my family pack my bags and leave the town for good. I have enough money saved from birthdays and selling some of my expensive stuff that I have no real use for.
I found a little cabin for rent in some woods in New York. It’s a little far away from towns but not enough that I won’t be able to go and buy some food and groceries. I know when the owners come back, I would have to leave but I have a plan if that happens, either weasel my way into staying with them or kill them and keep the cabin for myself. I know the second one is kinda harsh but it’s the only thing I can think of.
I started packing my bags with no problem since my mom is at work. And started writing the letters.
Dear mom:
Thank you for always being by my side, loving me when others didn’t, trusting me when others didn’t, for trying your hardest for me to have a bright future, for being the most supportive person in my life and most of all for being my mom and a great one at that. I’m leaving. Ill probably be gone when you get home tomorrow and I want you to know how much I love you and I want you to understand that I needed to do this. The more days I spend here the more afraid I am of them sneaking in and killing me in my sleep for what I have done. I don’t want anyone to find me so I won’t bring my phone with me or keep in contact with anyone.
With much love,
Your daughter Y/n
wiping the tears off my cheeks I fold the letter and place it on my empty nightstand and start the one for my dad.
Dear dad:
I know you and I never had the best relationship or talked that much, I really don’t know why, maybe because you had this perfect normal life and it felt weird to be normal. I don’t want you to feel bad because I left or because our relationship wasn’t the best. I just want you to know that you’re the best dad I could ever have, and I love you.
I’ll miss you,
Your daughter y/n
wiping my tears again I fold the letter and place it next it my moms and lay down on my now sheetless bed and fall asleep. The next day I got up made myself my signature breakfast sandwich, walked to the buss station and got to the airport, to my flight.
Present time…