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Chapter one

No body knows.
No one.
I barely know myself. I barely know how to control what I am.
Eleven.
Eleven.
Eleven years old I found out.
Eleven years of happiness.
Only eleven years. After I found out when I was eleven, I was miserable.
Six years of torture.
Six years of failure.
Six years of worrisome.
Six years of being scared.
Six years of hiding.
Six years of being alone. I'm now seventeen.
Of course I had my parents, but I could NOT tell them what I am.
I could NOT tell them what I'm capable of. I can have the power. I can be lethal. I can have the fight within me. But I won't use my ability. I won't use my power. I won't use anything to control anything.
Being seventeen sucks. I'll soon be eighteen, and than I'll have to join my brothers rebel group. I'll have to join because I'm forced to, not because I want to.
Three.
Three abilities.
Three awkward causes that could freak somebody out. I won't do it again. Of course I have some friends, of course I go out and train with them. But I only join them to throw knives and shoot bow and arrows, I don't join them to wrestle. No, because if I join them to wrestle, than I would have to touch them. And every time I touch somebody, I can see all of their memories, I can see their past and their future.
And of course I don't go swimming with them either, I would stay under water to long because I can breathe under water, and my brother and his friends might find out what I can do.
Third ones a charm. I can fight better than a man and woman. I could fight better than a bull. That's why I'm forced to be in this rebel group, because I'm probably the best fighter on this planet. That's why I practice with them, it's the only ability I can hold on to without them figuring any thing out. I fight without touching people. I fight with guns and  throwing knives.
My abilities are deadly. Well to me they are. To me I'm ice and my abilities are fire. I melt at its touch. My touch brings back memories of people's past, and their upcoming future. I can breathe under water like a fish. No I'm not a fish. It's just a weird thing I can do. I can also fight like a devil.
That's really the only thing I do in life. I train to fight, even though I probably won't need it, I want it.
"Hey Celeste. Could you pass me the water?" Erik genuinely asks me. I nod and reach down in the bag on the floor of the woods and grab a water bottle. I take a chug out of it first, than throw it to him. He gives me a stunningly deathly smile than chugs the whole bottle down.
"Cel?"
"Yes Erik?" I say staring at the crushed up leaves on top of the forests floor dirt.
"If your never going to practice using your fists to fight your-" I cut him off abruptly.
"I will not go into that little arena you guys have going on there and use my hands!" I look back at him and he takes a few steps back.
"All I'm saying is that your brother really wants me to teach you how to fight. I mean what if you run out of knives or bow and arrows and bullets? How will you defend your self then?" I realize he is making his way up to sit with me.
"Erik please. I see you guys fight enough, it's practically memorizing dance moves." I direct at him, and continue to fiddle with the broken orange torn up leaves.
"Okay fine. But if somebody comes up to you from behind and tries to choke you out, and you don't know how to defend yourself, than prepare to die." He says flatly and I chuckle.
"Yeah sure. I'll take those odds." I look at him and realize he's staring at me.
"We're going to try to pick pocket off random people tomorrow. Care to join?" He tries to stop my hands digging into the dirt, but I keep digging into the dirt below the leaves. Thank god he didn't touch me.
"I have to touch people?" He laughs. I can't touch people. I'll be horrified.
"And see! This is exactly why you need to learn to fight, just in case somebody catches you pick pocketing off of them and they suddenly have a gun in their hands pointing at your head." I stop digging into the dirt. It reminds me to much to when I accidentally dig into people's memories.
"I know how to fight. I'm the best knife thrower, bow and arrow thrower, and gun shooter here." I lock eyes with him. And immediately I see his blazing emerald green eyes. Those eyes of bravery and courage. The eyes I wish I had. The eyes I wish I could see through every day. But instead I have honey brown eyes. And blonde hair. While he has these gorgeous piercing green eyes filled with power and black hair.
"Of course you are. Your all we've got. But you could be more than what we've got if I can teach you how to fight." I almost feel like slapping him, and yelling out my secret. But if I slapped him, I would see his harsh memories.
I know what he's been through. He lives with me and Blane my brother. His parents just abandoned him in the middle of the dirt. My parents found him at four, and raised him ever since. He's now currently nineteen. He's in the rebel guard. I guess everybody's just waiting for me to turn the big eighteen.
I couldn't live with feeling and seeing exactly what he saw when he was younger, if I touched him. Even though I want to touch him. I want to breathe him in and inhale him out. We consider each other as brother and sister, but we both know there's a little more to the story than that.
The thing I mostly hate when touching people, is that I can see when they die, and I can't tell them when they are going to die, because they won't believe me. Nothing will change, and I can't sit here and tell them that I have crazy abilities.
"Is it because your brother will start to get all angry when he finds out your better than him?" I realize I've been staring at him this whole time, and look down. He shakes his head and reaches his arm out and grabs my chin like I'm fragile and I could break any second. He lifts my head up and I flinch. Every muscle in my body tenses and they relax when I realize he's wearing gloves. I forgot people can touch me with clothing barriers only.
"Why do you always do that when I touch you?" I grin viciously.
"Your gloves are very cold." I lie, and he runs his finger along the outline of my jaw.
"Talking about cold. We should both go back inside before Blaney gets mad at us and yells at us for almost freezing to death out here." I laugh.
"Why do you always call my brother Blaney? He's older than you. He's twenty."
"Well Blane and Blaney sound alike. And he's our rebel leader, so Blaney sounds more fierce." We both know that the name Blaney is not fierce. We both fall back on the ground laughing hysterically.
"I'm going to go inside and make tea for you and my brother. You guys worked hard in training today." He keeps staring at me like it's his first time seeing a girl. I have to break this silence.
"And what you said earlier, about pick pocketing tomorrow?" I gulp. "I'll do it. I'll pick pocket with you." I say nervously. What if I touch the person? What if I see all of their memories and their future? What if I see when they die and I won't be able to tell them, without them questioning me?
"Race ya!" I yell as I stand up and start running toward our cabin.
While I'm running everything is in slow motion. I can hear the dried leaves crushing beneath my feet. I can smell the pine trees circulating in the forest. I can hear the fire crackling outside of every neighbors cabin. I can feel the breeze taking me away as if I was a kite flying in the air. The beautiful afternoon breeze blowing across my face as I run as fast as I can to the cabin.
  I'm at the cabin, and I realize Erik is right behind me.
  "I know your a faster runner than me....." He tries to breathe in oxygen and exhales. "But we all know I'm in second place." I punch his arm. Thank god he's wearing a long sleeve shirt. I know skin to skin conduct does not go well for me.
"Erik? Flirting with my little sister again?" Blane says coming out the cabin door. Me and Erik both blush, and I feel like there are a million rocks in the pit of my stomach weighing me down. "I'm just kidding with you guys. You both take things so seriously." My cheeks flush to a normal skin color, and so do Erik's.
"Why don't the two of you annoying little shî.ts go inside and sit at the table?" I ask angrily.
"Okay little sis. Where'd you learn that language from?" Blane laughs and they are both staring at me.
"First of all I am seventeen. I'm not little anymore. So stop treating me like I'm a ten year old child." I point my finger in Blane's face. "And I learn that language from you. You know, your the one who has been saying that language since you were ten years old!" I realize now I started yelling and I was yelling so loud crows started chirping and flying away from trees. The cabin door swings open.
"Children? What's all the fuss about?" Momma comes out and expects an answer from both of us. I make an evil glance at Blane and storm inside and head toward my room.
I cry.
I cry.
I cry because that's the only thing left. I cry because, I like the feeling of the hot tears dripping from my cheeks. I cry because sometimes I just want to be alone. I just don't want to worry about being able to touch anyone.
2 knocks make me jump up. 2 knocks make me fall to the ground.
"Celeste? Can I please come in? I want to make sure your okay." Erik says softly outside of my door.
I don't answer. The door bursts open. I turn around and muffle my tears in my arms. He touches my back. He touches my back, and I feel like a princess, I feel special.
"Celsete. Are you okay? Please Cel. I don't want to see that beautiful face of yours cry." He turns me around and hugs me.
Skin to skin! Skin to skin! No! Please!
I'm expecting to feel his memories, to feel his pain. To see when he dies. But I only feel myself blushing.
I back out of his hug and run right back into it when I realize I can touch him. I can touch him!
"Erik. I'm fine. I'll always be fine." I look at him and his arms are still around me.
How can I touch him? How can I touch him? How how how how how can I touch him? I'm not seeing any of his memories. I start to cry even harder. I'm like a baby who lost its candy. I'm like a mother who lost her kids. I can't breathe. I dig my head into Erik's shoulder. His buff shoulder.
"Celeste? It's okay, okay? Your going to be okay. We're going to be okay." He tries to calm me down but I won't stop crying. All these years I could of touched him. Only him! I remember touching my brother and all of his memories came back to me. I remember touching my mother and father and I saw both of them lying in their rooms dead together. I remember touching Grace, my brothers boyfriend and seeing her with another man. I despise Grace because of that. In the future she'll cheat on my brother. Maybe this curse went away forever. Maybe I can touch people now.
    "Celeste? Please stop crying and tell me what's wrong. Please tell me how I can make you feel better?" He takes my shoulders with his hands and moves me back so I can see him. I shake my head no. There isn't a way to make me feel better. I'm happy sad confused creeped out all at once.
    He takes his hands and holds my head in place for me to stop shaking my head no. I've been so afraid to touch him and see and feel his memories that I was almost afraid to go near him.
   "I... I.... I.... I'm sorry for yelling at you guys on the porch. What did mom say?" I can't keep myself from staring in his gorgeous emerald green eyes. He stares back into my eyes.
   "Mom just wanted me to make sure your okay. Blane didn't want you to get in trouble and told her you were yelling because you lost in wrestling." I laugh. I realize he's still holding me.
   "Yeah yeah. I'm guessing he still wants me to practice fighting right? With my hands? Yeah yeah NOT happening." I gesture with my hands and he laughs.
   "Your afraid of a little dirt? Or of me beating you in wrestling?" I laugh so hard I accidentally snort.
   "Me lose against you? Those odds are unlikely. We both know I kick ass. And I'll definitely kick yours too." We both fall back laughing and he stares into my eyes while we both pull our selves together. He's still holding onto me like it's the end of the world. He's staring into my eyes.
   "Have I ever told you? Your eyes are gorgeous? They're like golden. Like they're not dark brown, they're yellow. Like so golden it looks like your eyes are blocks of gold." I chuckle.
   "Erik. Your eyes are green. Lighter than green leaves. Lighter and brighter than kiwi. And my eyes are not golden. Do you wanna see?"
   Still in his arms. Don't want to leave.
   "Yeah let me see your eyes." I open my eyes wide and quickly put my eye to his eye so he can see. Our foreheads are touching.
   "No. They're golden. Your face is golden too. Your whole body is beautiful." I smile and we're both staring at each other's eyes. He leans in and kisses me and I fall back. He's on top of me and he keeps kissing me. And I don't want him to stop. I've been waiting my whole life for this. I always wanted to taste his soft lips. I always wanted to breathe him in. This is the day I can finally do all of those things.
   Three abrupt knocks make both of us back away and in different directions. Blane creaks the door open and shows his face.
   "Were you guys getting it on in here? Oh I'm sorry to disturb you two. Erik. You can make out with her all you want. But don't get a nooner. And keep your freaking pants on. Am I clear? Because if you touch any where besides her face I'll shoot you, and I'll make sure the other rebels eat your corpse." I smile and so does Erik.
   "Yes sir. I'll only touch her beautiful face. No where else. But, what if she gets cut on her stomach or something? Or if she gets shot below her face?" Erik asks sarcastically, but Blane didn't get the sarcasm.
   "Well, tell her to clean her wound up herself. She's a big girl. And Celeste I'm sorry for calling you a little girl." I put my hands up I surrender.
   "Okay Blaney." I say mockingly. He yells at us to get our asses in the kitchen and told use he would dump the burning tea on his head if he found out he was ever in bed with me. Erik made a comment asking if I were to get cold? Blane rolled his eyes.
   "Thanks momma. The tea is real good." Me and Erik say coincidentally at the same time.
   "No problem sweets. Celeste don't be a baby about losing in wrestling." I'm to good momma, I never lose. I wanted to say.
   "Yeah mom. Sorry about that." I smile at Blane who is staring out the window seeping into the darkness. I finish drinking my tea and let out a loud sigh.
   "Have any boys been touching you Hun?" My eyes are in complete shock.
   "Mom. Seriously. In front of them?" I point to the boys. "And no. No boys have touched me." Blane spits his tea out and is now laughing so hard the tea could possibly come out of his nose.
   "Are you sure about that?" Blane says and me and Erik share worried glances at each other.
   "Blane, the only boy I'm going to touch is you when I slap you across the face." Lie. I would never want to touch him again, and see his memories. His laughter stops and I run into my room.
   No body barges in, and I'm very happy that no one came in. I relax on my bed and I guess I fall asleep. A deep deep deep deep sleep.

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