thantophobia ; enoch

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hayley's point of view /

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The rain came crashing hard against my window, the droplets covering the glass, creating a beautiful masterpiece, soon to be washed away with new raindrops.

A crack of thunder rang across the sky, soon to be joined with a flash of lighting. This weather always seemed to soothe me, even as a young child. I unhitched my window lock, and opened it outwards, setting my arms down on the windowsill, hands accompanying my face, as I gazed at the grey sky, watching as the raindrops hit the street ahead of me, seeing the raindrops bounce at the hard impact of the pavement.

I then reached my hand out to my mothers rose bush that was growing outside my window. I went to pull one of the roses out, this one full and ruby red, but alas, my fingers caught on a sharp thorn, cutting deep into my skin. I didn't notice at first, not used to feeling pain, but as I brought the rose back into my dimly lit room, I felt the liquid run down my hand.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed with myself that I managed to hurt myself again. I grabbed my nearby towel, and dabbed the affected area of my thumb. I then took my other hand, and wrapped it around my finger, holding tightly. I let go after about fifteen seconds, as this was a small wound, and I am left to see my thumb, back to normal, as if a thorn never came in contact with my pale skin.

I still don't know how on earth I could do this. It's not normal, and I have come to accept the fact that I, myself am not normal. My parents also know I am not normal, but I think that they know what's wrong with me, they're just not telling me what it is and what can make me do this's day why.

For the past ten years, ever since I healed my neighbors dog, which in fact is dead now, my parents haven't treated me the same. They act as if I'm so different, which I know I am, but they tell treat me less if an equal.

That's why, I haven't exactly told them that whatever it is that is wrong with me, has gotten more powerful. It's not like I can bring things back from the dead, but I was in fact asked if I could do that, but I don't think that " talent ", even exists. But, even though I can't bring anything back to it's living form, I can take people's pain away, and I can transfer my pain to someone else. I also have started to feel pain, but only when the injury is so excruciating, it can be considered fatal.

I've looked into, and researched this, and all I'm aware of, is that these " powers ", are all sorted into one main ability, and it's called empathic healing.

I still don't know if that's what I have, because empathic healing is only found in comic books and stories, this ability is of the supernatural. I can't explain why I have it, and I wish I had someone that did.

As I kept thinking about random things, staring at the rain coming harshly down on the ground, hearing the occasional cracks of thunder, my train of thoughts had been lost and interrupted as my father came into my room, without a signal, like a knock that he would be entering my room.

" Oi! What's that for, couldn't even knock before entering, mighty rude of you don't you think " I said to my father.

" Very sorry, but there is some important matter we need to talk about " he said, sitting down on my bed.

My eyes practically rolled in the back of my head, quite frankly, I hated talking to my father .

" Well, go on with it " I said, starting to get impatient with the growing silence what was filling up the room at a rapid pace.

" Okay, well, Hayley, your mother and I, tried avoiding the subject for the past couple of years, because we thought it would be best of you " he said, using his hands to talk like he normally did.

I just nodded, waiting to see where this conversation would lead.

He continued. " And we think it's time we tell you, what's really wrong with you. "

My interest became to grow. I knew they knew more about me then I did myself.

" But, i can't properly do that, so I called someone in who knows more about this subject than I do " he said.

My brows furrowed, but almost, as like my fathers words were a queue to enter my room, my grandmother walked into my room, and I soon jumped up and ran to her, taking her off guard with an embrace, as she wasn't even done closing the door.

" Mimsy! " I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her frail neck.

She hugged me back, chucking softly as I still at seventeen, call her the childhood nickname I gave her when I was one and a half.

My dad left, leaving us to to discuss what it was that was wrong with me.

She took the same spot on my bed as my father did. She smiled at me, and started, " You've been noticing that you're different? "

My eyes widened. I didn't think my grandmother knew. I nodded my hair, awaiting what she would say next.

" Well, of I'm not mistaken, you can cure things, and feel others pain and transmit your pain to someone else, or vise versa? "

I nodded once again. My body scooted forward, taking in every word.

" And you have no idea what's wrong with you, do you? "

I nodded once again.

" Well, good news for you, I know what's wrong with you, but you mustn't be afraid " she said.

" I won't be, please, mimsy, just please tell me " I begged.

" No problem petal " she said, and she started explaining, and let me just say, I wasn't ready.

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a/n : well!! yay!! I cannot express to whoever is reading this, how excited I am to be staring this fanfiction. I recently watched Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, for the fourth time, after only hearing about it for the first time only last week. I immediately fell in love with Enoch's character. I just think he's so mysterious and dark, and I just love that about him haha. But anyway, I am going to base this fanfiction around the movie, which means in this fanfic Emma and Olive's role will be switched. I can't see it any other way, only because I haven't read the books, but I 100% intend to :)

+I'm not from England, and I'm trying to write an English person speaking, so I'm just going off what I've gathered on how they talk from different movies :))

but anyway, I hope you enjoy more to come with this fanfic, and also, expect daily, or regular updates!

+ just one more thing!! finlay macmillan is a blessing :)))))))

( also, I just skimmed through this chapter, sorry it's so short, and shitty haha, chapters will get longer and more in detail, like 3,500+ words, but I just want to get this up lmao )