Electric Touch - Xavier Thorpe

Prolouge

I didn't used to always be like this, pushing people away, isolating myself, In fact I used to be almost normal. I was adopted when I was young, I don't remember my birth parents, I just know my mothers last name, Whitlock, same as my own. I didn't even know I was different originally, in fact I used to be quite ordinary. I fit in well at my old school, had a few close friends, I was even in a few clubs. That was until I had my first... incident. I had a sort of seizure, images flashed in my eyes, I was confused and scared, I screamed, one of my friends rushed to my aid. They put their hands on my arm trying to comfort me, as they touched me a type of electric energy repelled off of me and I broke all the windows in the room and put my friend into a coma. Everyone was scared of me even myself, so my parents pulled me out of school.

What I am, who I am, has always been a mystery to me, one that may never be solved. My parents were even afraid of me, they were normies with no idea of the supernatural world of outcasts and within the span of a single day, I had no one, I was isolated and alone. This was partially my fault, aside from people being scared of me and avoiding me, I became scared of myself too. I had no idea of my capabilities and vowed to never get close to anyone again... no one else needed to get hurt. My parents wanted me out of the house. They feared my ability, they didn't want to touch me for fear of being injured, so they sent me away. Since the incident I went to nearly a dozen schools over the past two years, somehow my past seemed to always catch up with me and I'd have to move again. Then I found out about Nevermore, a school for outcasts and all things supernatural, my parents decided to enroll me, so that's how I got here to Nevermore.

It's now been two years since my incident, since I found out I was different, I've made a few self discoveries, the flashes I have nearly never have any context, but I think they're visions of the future and past, and I've started wearing gloves, I can't control my electricity very well and I can't risk hurting anyone, the gloves make it easier. Whenever I get any sort of intense emotion I can no longer control my electricity. However, I can do small controlled sparks and shocks, I've been practicing trying to get better. But I still have occasional incidents, but now the only person getting hurt is me, it's left lightning scars on my hands, luckily my gloves cover them up.

During my enrollment process the Principal, Principal Weems, reached out and said they have counselors on campus who can help me learn control with my abilities. 

Official move-in day was about two weeks ago, at least it wasn't mid semester, but I guess Principal Weems made an exception since I had only missed two weeks. On the agreed upon day I took a train to Jericho and called for an Uber from the station, this is where our story begins...