There was something very different about that girl. For some reason , I felt like if She had some type of ''connection'' with my mind.
I know, this may seem totally ridiculous, but it's something that can't be explained just with words, so no matter how well I describe it you still won't be a able to understand it.
She seemed ashamed and started looking at the floor
- Hey, you don't seem ok...
-Your mother- She mumbled
- What about her?
-She died. In a car accident. In your front. DIDN'T SHE?!
-Yeah but....
That's when I realized.
I never told her that. I never even told her my name
-who has been talking about me?- I asked starting to get angry
- Nobody- She answered
- WHO HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT ME?!
-NOBODY- She said again
All of the sudden, I got unstable. A wave of anger dominated me, and I couldn't help it. I pushed that little liar to the floor and whispered in her ear:
''Watch it kid, if someone has been spreading stuff about me...''
She stood up again and replied
''You're only reacting because you're frustrated. You never recovered. you never felt completely happy after that day''
Than She stood there and before leaving,She added
''I'm not a liar, You know it. you never told this to anyone, not even your best friends. I'm not telling anyone; it's not my fault because I couldn't help it. I had to see.''
'' See what?'' - I asked, even if I knew the answer
''forget it. You would ever understand''
I could, but I did not have time to tell her that, because she was no longer there
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FantasyKarthane is 17 years old, and she was born with a rather interesting gift ( or, in her point of view, a strange curse ) If she looks in someones eyes for a few moments, she can see that persons deepest secrets, and, if she concentrates a lot, the p...
