Beautiful Minds

Emotions

"So, you are Marley," a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail, estimated to be in her forties, smiled widely at me. I nodded with a smile, feeling a little nervous. "My name is doctor Pierce. I must admit, we do not have many non-binary students in this school. If I ever say anything that doesn't sit well with you, just let me know." She grabbed a notepad from her drawer and clicked open her pen. "I appreciate it," I replied. "Now, could you describe to me in detail what your psychic ability is and how you experience it?" She asked, having her pen ready. I gulped, I wasn't used to openly talking about my ability at all. It has always been such a secret. "Well, when I touch somebody I can sense their feelings and emotions. Basically as soon as I touch them, it's like their energy sort of flows into my body quickly. It's a rather dominating feeling that tends to overtake my own emotions as well. As a kid I could hardly control it. Now I try to suppress the emotions, but it's still hard." She scribbled quickly while listening to me, and nodded. "And how do you deal with it, when you sense these emotions?" "Of course that depends. Usually I try to make sure the person I touch feels better if they don't feel well. When they're happy I can just share those emotions with them," I shrugged. "You must be quite empathic then, always knowing how the other feels." She looked up at me. I nodded once, carefully agreeing.

"Do you ever use the ability for your own benefit?" Her words almost sounded accusatory, but to be honest, there were probably plenty of students out there who would use their abilities for their own advantage. "I mean, if I need to estimate a situation, it's useful to obtain information. But it's not like I use it against people. If people's emotions are kept a secret, then I will keep that secret as well. I will avoid touch if someone seems closed off." She nodded with an understanding facial expression. "That's very kind of you. I can assume you don't use the ability to your advantage because you can literally feel their hurt, should you hurt them." She looked at me again to await confirmation. To be quite honest, she hit the head on the nail. I tensed my lips. "I don't like hurting people," I said softly while shaking my head. "That is a common trait amongst emotion detectors like you."

"Now, could you perhaps demonstrate your ability? I want to see how it works for you, and see how you respond to it." She held out her hand, allowing me to use my ability on her. I looked at her with slightly widened eyes. This felt unusual to say the least. I carefully sat forward and reached my arms towards her, cupping her hand in mine. I breathed in deeply, as this usually allowed me to take in the energy the best way. I was quiet for a moment, making sure I sensed it correctly. "You feel relaxed and comfortable in the professional nature of your position as a therapist. Yet you're tired, physically. You didn't sleep too well last night." I looked at her to await her response. She nodded with a faint smile, taking back her hand. "That is very accurate. You even pinpointed the type of tiredness." "It's not mentally, your social battery is fine. Maybe you should drink a cup of coffee." She now laughed at my suggestion, which made me smile. She quickly wrote something down. "You do seem to be the type to take action after obtaining the information." She said. "What do you mean?" "Well you advice me to get coffee, you immediately put the info to use, to make sure the other feels better." She kept writing as she spoke. I smiled a bit awkwardly, trying to figure out if that was meant to be compliment.

"Did it make you feel tired yourself?" She asked. "A little, but I can usually shake such feelings off rather easily, especially if I have energy left myself," I thought out loud. "What do you usually do when it affects you more?" She asked. I bit the inside of my cheek. "I draw. I take out my emotions on a paper or canvas," I confessed. "That seems interesting. How about for next week you bring along some of your recent drawings?" She suggested. The drawings I made were rather personal, but I suppose being open about such was encouraged for therapy sessions like these. I nodded.

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"I'll be fine mom. By the way,  we're going to this camping trip this weekend. It's outside in the Obsidian Woods." "Oh how wonderful. It's perfect to make some friends, don't you think?" She exclaimed. "I suppose. But I am making friends, mom." I grinned. "Is your roommate alright?" I quickly glanced at Dakota, who hadn't said a word to me since we both got back from class. I fidgeted with my lips. "Could be worse, I guess." I tried to answer vaguely, so she didn't know I was talking about her. "Anyway, I gotta go," I continued, making an effort to finally break off our half hour long conversation. "Well alright honey, miss you." "Miss you too, bye bye." I closed the call and got up to get ready to take a shower.