Psy-chik

.~prologue~.

The person beside me on the subway was thinking about murdering his wife. Taking her to an abandoned amusement park, and stabbing her to death. He then planned on taking her back home to frame it on his maid. Hasn't this man ever watched CSI? I wanted to tell him that his plan would never work, that there is a thing called fingerprints- not to mention that the detectives almost always suspect the loving, seemingly innocent husband first.
Instead I keep my mouth shut, focusing on the darkness of the tunnel speeding past the window. I begin counting down the minutes until I can get the hell out of here.

1.

I sighed inaudibly, growing more impatient by the second. I wasn't exactly ecstatic about sitting beside a murderer. 5. oak street. More people get on, more thoughts bombard my own.
You know, statistics say that you've unknowingly walked past a murderer at least 4 times in your life, yet it's not everyday that you're let into the thoughts of one.
Walen street, almost there.
The man is still thinking about murder. I slowly shoot a glance at the blond haired man. He gave me an warm smile.
"Wow she's hot."
I crinkle my nose in disgust and quickly offer my seat to the old man standing in front of me.
"Why thank you, honey!" He grinned widely, revealing rotten yellow chipped teeth.
Is it bad that I did a good deed to avoid a murderer instead of actually caring if he got a seat? I shake away the thought and just smile in return, eager to get away from murderer-slash-pedophile.
Maybe he and his wife were in a fight, or maybe they were getting a divorce. Either way, the thoughts were grim and disturbing. The part that was really disturbing however, was that he looked normal. He was your average middle aged white male, with sandy blonde hair, freckles, a work suit, and a suitcase. He wasn't the ugliest person on earth, and he was the last person you'd suspect of murder, which probably gave him even more of a motive. At least detectives see right through that shit.
You'd be surprised at how many people I've come across that have thought similar things- killing the ones they love; And I couldn't do anything about it, because nobody could know about my ability. Nobody could know that I read minds.
My mother and I have moved numerous times because of my reckless babbling. I'd either slip up and finish somebody's sentence before they even uttered a word, or I'd answer a question they'd only thought of. The very worst however, was when I was a child, around 10 years old, I'd go around telling my friends that me, Jessaline Roberts-the girl who still picked my boogers and ate them- could read minds.
Let's just say I wasn't your ordinary 10 year old girl. So of course when I'd told them about my ability, they thought something was seriously wrong with me. The kids I told would go home and excitedly tell their parents, (as if I were gonna be the next queen latifah or something) who would call my mom, who would be called to the school for a "meeting."
A meeting about whether or not I belong in an insane asylum, or if my imagination was just really, really active.
I couldn't count the number of times I moved house to house, state to state, district to district. For now, I live in Minnesota, where I've managed to keep my mouth shut for 4 years now, might I say. I plan to keep it that way too, blending into society as a normal person would. With my shoulder length brown hair with hazel eyes to match, tall slender build, and my overall bland personality, I was no one anyone would likely hand pick out of a crowd.
Little did everybody know that I read every single embarrassing, dirty minded, funny, murderous thought they've ever had.
The subway came to a squeaky stop, signaling that it was my stop. I leaped out of the suffocating train to be hit with a blast of cold air. I shivered, not pleased at the extreme drop of temperature. To be fair, It was the middle of October, and It was Minnesota. At least I was free from the thoughts.... For now.

I held my black pea coat close to my body in attempt to generate the most heat I possibly could, and began making my way down the empty streets. One of the disadvantages of mind reading was that you heard them all at once- unless you blocked them out, which my mom wouldn't teach me if I begged her to- and believe me, I have. Her exact words were, "Youre just not ready for that kind of ability, Jess!" Anyway, I usually put in my ear buds and drown out the world, tuning out the boring thoughts of passing strangers.

"I have to pay my light bill."
"Baby Angie needs diapers.."
"How am I gonna tell my mom I'm pregnant?"

Okay, I'd be lying I said I wasn't intrigued by some people's thoughts. I just didn't care enough to... Care. After hearing thoughts about sex, killing, insane secrets, and even bad things about me, no ones thoughts were enough to scare me off.
I was nearly halfway home, when a chill ran down my spine. My body began shivering, and my head began to spin. I leaned against a nearby tree, catching my breath. Something terrible was about to happen, and as I laid eyes on the man walking slowly down the street, I knew why.
The man quickly looked both ways before crossing the street, pulling down his black ski mask. I decided to follow him, curious as to why he was so eery. I needed to know what he was up to. I haven't gotten a chill like that ever since I read the mind of a child molester at the park. I narrowed my eyes at the man, focusing on reading his thoughts.

"I'll shoot the clerk first, break into the vault... Maybe I won't get caught, I'll wear a mask, pizza sounds good right now, maybe I'll get pizza afterwards."

This man was going to rob a bank.

I grasped a hold of the tree again, overwhelmed by all the thoughts filling my head. I wish I could do something, anything. If I did something to save those people, if I got the man caught, I'd be a hero. I'd be on the news, and I'd also be dead. We'd have to move across the world again to avoid whatever my mom was running from, and I couldn't leave Minnesota; not now.

A/n
Sorry if this sucked, I thought I should introduce her in a way where it wouldn't be confusing? (Since its a book about mind reading lol) but yeah :)