Okay, I’m officially freaked out now. Average teenagers worry about grades but I have to worry about my twin sister haunting me. Typical. Blu Storm gets no coffee breaks from the paranormal crap.
Don’t worry about having a normal life, I get the weird one. I’m ecstatic. That’s sarcasm by the way! I don’t get it. My first thirteen years were nothing but weird, they were full love and happiness. But then I get in one incident and suddenly everything just goes wrong. How did I live? Why did I live?
What the hell was that? A flashback? No, Evangeline doesn’t have a brother. And her parents were alive. What was that? Why would Evangeline show me that? And why was she hearing the boy’s voice when the boy was obviously dead. Was the girl I was seeing through… crazy?
“Blu,” I looked up to face my therapist, young Dr. Will Blake. He was in his twenties far as I knew, and he was my twin’s therapist before she died two years ago, “Are you okay?”
Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Blake was actually really good at his job. But I didn’t trust him. I couldn’t. My guards were up. If I couldn’t tell Derek about what I was going through, I definitely cannot open up to him. Luna was the only one who knew of my… illness. I guess you can call it that. Being emotionless must be some rare disease. Wow, that sounds pretty stupid… Emotionless: disease? Really, I lost it.
I didn’t understand anything. I mean, guys were attracted to me – but only the Evermoore guys. How at all was I connected to that family? It’s not that they’re men but that they’re Evermoore’s. Luna didn’t understand how lucky she was to have no attention coming from them.
“Yeah,” I finally answered after a long train of thought. Dr. Blake looked at me, strangely but didn’t answer back. He knew I was thinking and he wrote something on his pad. What do those therapists write on those things? How weird their patients are because I never see those things become any use in the future… they never use them out of the office so it has to be something about me. But I didn’t say anything so how can he take notes on that? Okay, now I’m stressing over the smallest things.
Anyway, it’s not like he could understand the smallest bit. And if you think otherwise, go up to your guidance counselor and say – quote by quote – this; “I have some problems, I think the ghost of my dead twin sister his haunting me and that shadows of demons are trying to kill me. The worst thing is that the ghost is showing me visions of a girl who watches her family die. Think you can help me, doc?” Now, do you understand?
“Blu, is something on your mind?” he asked.
“I’d be an idiot if there wasn’t,” I replied, dryly. I looked out the window, it was just the end of summer in Los Angeles and despite the whole idea you might got in your head, it’s not always sunny. It seems a bit gloomier than it was last week, maybe it was because of school but it may be the fact that autumn is coming.
“Want to share?”
“Nope,” I told him, honestly. It’s not like I ever share anything with him, I don’t know why he looks hurt every time I tell him. It’s not like it’s new. I cannot say that it hurts me that it does. I’m heartless, literally. No emotions means no feeling bad, it might good for me but I know a part of me still feels it and I try to imagine it so I can try to make the person feel better. But right now, I don’t really care.
He butts in too much… okay, it’s his job. But it seems like he takes a special interest in my business than anyone else’s. I guess he is just trying to figure me out because he is curious about my sister and me, especially when we have the same symptoms of the same mental illness. When actually there might be no illness? Oh, forget that. It has to be an illness; really, the ghost of my twin sister? I’m mad. I’m wacko. My brain is mashed up inside my skull. I’m loonier than the Looney Tunes. I’m… Okay, I’ll stop, that’s enough insane sayings.
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
