Apathetic Psycometric (book 1) #wattys2016

Preface

Sometimes.... No almost all the time I feel nothing..... And I think I did it to myself. I used to feel too much but that hurt far more than I could handle and so now I feel nothing. I wear gloves and an expressionless face. No one can know what I go through and no one can see through me. They simply see a short hazel eyed girl with long red hair and a vacant face. They say I'm simply depressed or something.

I wish it were that simple.

If they only knew what I could see.... What I've done.I single handedly ruined my parents marriage. How you ask? Because I see things I shouldn't. All I have to do is touch something and I know everywhere it's been and everything that went on around it. That how I knew my dad had slept with my mothers best friend and had been for years. See? I don't want to be able to do these things. The gloves help. As long as my skin doesn't touch the object, all is well. They call it psychometry. The ability or art of divining information about people or events associated with an object solely by touching it.

But I don't want it.

My parents don't know about it and these days, they are too busy divorcing to bother paying attention to me. Almost everyone in school avoids me. Almost everyone. Everyone except those who made it their mission to see me suffer.I wouldn't have to deal with them if I hadn't had my episode at school. I wish I hadn't touched her on my birthday because that is where my trouble began. I touched her, and I screamed so loud and the Images were so terrible I simply passed out. When I woke up, I couldn't clear them out of my head, so I told. I told the police. I told them all about how Kenzie, the most popular girl in school, was being repeatedly raped by her father every night. And for that, I paid. Her dad went to jail and she made it her mission to see me suffer. So I just shut down. I wore gloves to keep the images away and I... shut down. I no longer felt. Its how I coped.

And then things got worse.