It seems like just yesterday when my doctor told me my syco gift. I didn't want to believe it at first. I tired to ignore it but it was complicated too. Hearing what people really thought about you and others ALL the time. Hearing people's deepest darkest thoughts think no one would ever find out. Just imagine how hard it is for me to not tell anyone anything. Everything i cant just brush off, gets written into a HUGE journal my dad bought me. He made me SWEAR not to tell anyone what I hear people tell. I admit I do tell Charlotte only a few things, but she's still my only friend.
I go to therapy sometimes, usually once a month. My father thinks its good for me. I don't see the point. My father is still my hero. He works less during the summer so that I have someone to be with. Still a hard working firefighter though. Also, my hair finally grew back to length it was before my treatments. All the way down to my mid-back! Also, the brain tumor is completely gone! It is now the last day before Freshman Year in high school. I survived two schools with my Telepathy and now have one more to get through. Since it is my last day of summer we are going to the park for a picnic.
As the sun begain to set we starteds to eat our small, but meaningful picnic. We had my favorite sandwich, peanut butter and summer sausage, with plain Pringles, and Diet Dew at our evening picnic. We usually don't talk much when we eat because my Father eats more than a regular father does, because he works it all off at work. After we finished eating he turned to me and stared for a few seconds.
"Is something the matter Father?"
"No Bri, it's just I have something's I need to say to you, can you listen real carefully?"
"Of course..." I exclaimed puzzled
"As it's your first day at High School tomorrow I would like to remind you of a few things.
First off, do your best at being as nice as you can, try to make a new friend if you can..."
"But what's the matter with Charlotte?" I proclaimed, budding in to him mid secentence.
"Nothing, but try to make a new friend. Also rember that your in high school and you are probably more attracted to boys now and that you should be carefuller. Now that you're grown up."
"Don't worry. Boys dont spend time alone with me, let alone talk to me." I said budding in again.
"And final, do your best not to use people's thoughts against them. Try and forget them once they are said, well heard, you know what I mean. Keep writing them in you journal if you absolutely can't forget them. Okay?"
"Okay. I need a new journal soon. Maybe within the next 2 days."
"Alright Brielle I will go buy you a new journal."
"Okay. If that's all you have to say I would like to head home." I suggested as I stood up.
We cleaned up and began our short stroll home. We talked about music because we are both In love with it.
When I got home I took a quick shower, and headed to my room. It was a chiily summer evening. I decied to put on my favorite Grey Sweatpants and a pink tang top.
"Good night Brielle!" My father shouts into the door.
"Night!" I shout back.
I go to my mirror, rup my towel vigriously around my head, until its semi dry. Then I begin to brush my hair. I see the picture on my mirror of my mother. I look directly at it and say out loud,
"Mother, I miss you so much! I promise to make tomorrow the best first day I ever had. Please help me get through it though. Good night, love you."
I blow the picture a kiss, and then crawl into my comfy bed. As I fall asleep, I see my dad creep into my room. As he kisses my forehead I hear this thought
"Sweet Dreams Pumpkin."
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Not So Normal
Fiksi RemajaBrielle was diagonised with Cancer when she was 6 years old. After recieveing treatment for several month's, she began to feel better. During her treatments, the radiation damaged and changed her normal cells. She began developing a strange, power...
