Blurry Planets

Vilstar

Hey, I'm Timothy. Not a cool name but it gets me by. So to start off, I live with my dad. He goes by Xato and is an office clerk. I personally don't go by my birth name Titus because it's just a reminder. Back to my current life. I live in a town called Vilstar. My dad said it reminds him of home. Like Astern which is another term for star. It's nice here. It looks like the classic neighborhood. Identical houses, freshly cut yards, and neat trash cans and mailboxes.

I go to school at Vilstar High, home of the wolverines. Go team, yeah, all of that. I don't have any of, what you call, best friends. Don't get the idea that I'm an unsociable kid. I do have aquaintances but we don't talk outside of school. I have decent grades and have never been late to class or sent to detention. My dad would kill me.

There is one thing that has been bothering me though. I can hear peoples' thoughts, mind control at a certain level, levitate objects, and teleport. Cool right? Wrong. Why the hell would I ever need these abilities? Being a circus performer is not in my future. I can't even keep them in check. My emotions trigger them like a switch and set them off. If I'm feeling calm they stay calm too. But when I explode they come right along. I'm not angry all the time but if someone were to annoy me things would start shaking. I guess it's just my telekinesis that goes haywire but it's a problem. Before you know it, scientists will strap me down and disect me like a frog.

My father says the only way to control my powers is to embrace them. But I don't really want to. He tells me to always remember where I come from. But to be honest, I was three for god's sake. All I remember is yelling, heat, and watching my family die. I don't even really remember my own mother. I guess that's my fault though. I have spent my whole life trying to forget. Why remember something awful?

Not everything was awful though. I remember night's spent staring at the sky with my mother. She would tell me that we were called Astern because we were star like. I think she meant our powers. She said that the most powerful wielders of our skills could see the connections in our minds and interact with them. They said that they looked like stars in the sky. Glowing and freckled across the backdrop.

Those were the days. They are never coming back though. I refuse to hold on to something that's not there. The hopeless act is just stupid. But hey, that's what I think. But be careful I don't control you to think like me. You never know.