Normal (Book One)

Fourteen

I didn't know how to feel about Gabe's comments. I didn't even know how I felt about all this news and all these changes. Two months being in a room, half that time in a hellish one, the other half at least surrounded with visits from friends, it was starting to get a little boring, but at least now, I was able to move a little more better. Alex was attempting to heal me a little every day and that helped. I could imagine if I had been fully normal, that I would be in critical care in a hospital. I was not however, I was different and we were all starting to see that.

As my body started to heal, other things started to happen as well. Those sickening feelings I normally got when Kyle was around, or any demon, was growing, but it was not just because of them. It was because my skill was developing and I was starting to sense when even just normal people were around, but not in good favour. It did not mean they even have to be in the same room, or the same house. I could sense them even if they were streets away. Mrs Johns and Alex's father sat with me a few times, helping me to focus on what I was feeling. It did help, because once I got the feelings, I was then able to focus and see things.

From the room I was in, I had been able to stop a family being lost in a house fire. A drive by shooting. A traffic accident. Even an armed holdup. They were impressed, but also very pleased I could help. They advised me that even though they have Angel's and some other guardians that can see things, they were trying to see how far my skills could expand. I was happy I could be of help, as strange as I felt, but it made me feel more helpful considering they have housed me for a month and my mother two.

Being able to move around more, I finally felt a little more like myself, able to do my hair and dress into other clothes. The things that happened when I was held by Kyle still haunted my thoughts and some nights my dreams, but I was slowly coming to terms with it. I had not seen Michael again, but I now had a sense like he was there, not in sight, but in spirit, making sure things were ok. Like he had always done.

My mother and I had a number of conversations over this time as well. We talked a little about her work and how she was missing it. We discussed things about myself. She claimed she had always known I was special, but did not realise I was this special. I asked her a little about what she knew of my father. She was not sure she was ready to tell me yet, but she did tell me some small things. Like how special he had made her feel, how they have been very happy, even though he did work away sometimes. I could see that she still loved him. I questioned her what her thoughts on him was now, knowing what I could do and what he possibly was. I did not give anything away, of who my father actually was. She told me she was still upset that he had left, but she could understand the reasons, if it was true he was like everyone else in the house, then she was finally accepting why he had to leave.

I was proud of how strong my mother was being in this whole situation. She did not ask me too much about what Kyle had done. I think she got an understanding from the others. I knew she would be devastated if anything more had happened. I knew she would have already freaked out when she did find out how far he had gone, but lucky I had not witnessed it. My mother was a gentle person and loved and cared for many, but she could also be a woman with fury when it came to my well being.

As I was able to start slowly moving around, I started with just walking the length of the room. Getting the blood flowing through my body and my muscles working again. I had lost a great deal of weight and so none of my size twelve clothes were fitting me right any more, and I had to be given a couple of tops and pants from Abby's dresser for the time being. I was eating again though, so I was hoping I would be able to put on at least some more weight to go to a size ten instead of the size eight I currently was.

Today, it was the first day that I actually decided to leave the room and venture further than the door. The house was quiet and when I did walk out of the room and see what was around, I knew we were at the Johns house, guessing they had further protection skills over it. Everything was silent as I slowly walked down the hall, resting one hand on the wall next to me to keep me up right. Through the sky light ahead, I could see that the sun was out and shinning. Given the time I had been gone and then recovering, I assumed it meant spring was here. That meant it was at least September by now. Winter was gone and that meant no more threats of floods. It did mean sadly, fire seasons were going to start and that was just as rough as floods.