Gifted

Chapter 1

A pic of Ian^^

Okay so this story is going to tell Ian's past first then jump into the present, so bare with me please!

I was eleven years old, I moved into a home with my family. It was a nice three story home filled with laughter from my siblings. Even know the house had joy inside of it, I couldn't help but feel the sadness bleeding off of the walls. The house was completely white with a giant back yard and a tire swing. The main floor had the living room and the kitchen. The upstairs held three bedrooms and a bathroom. Lastly, the downstairs held a den, washing room, and a door leading into the basement.

I carried the boxes from the truck into my new home. 'I could live here'. I grabbed a box having the name "Basement" on it. I went downstairs to the basement door. I could feel the dread and sorrow running threw my veins as I reached for the door knob. Once I opened the door, a little boy was sitting on the bottom step.

He had white hair with a Yankees t-shirt on. His blue jeans covered his legs and feet. His whole body was soaking wet, like he just jumped into a pool with all of his clothes on. He looked as if he were crying.

"Hello", I said nervously. The boy looked up at me. He stared at me for a seconds before falling into his hands and cried. "Are you ok", I asked. Something didn't feel right, something was off about this kid. He looked up to me again and rolled his tear filled eyes. The door slammed shut behind me and the lights went out.

The only light in the room was the sunshine soaring through the little windows. The lights came back on after a few seconds. The boy lifted his hand in a swinging direction causing the basement door to open.

"How did you do that", I asked curiously. He looked up at me shocked. His black eyes were staring into mine as he crept towards me. Every step he took, the more curios I got about the boy. Our eyes never looked away from each other. He stood in front of me not speaking. What seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

"You can see me", he asked shakily. His voice was so scared and sad. All I wanted to do was hug him.

"Of coarse I can see you I have eyes", I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes filled with wonder as I took in his appearance.

"But, no one can see me", he said with tears staining his eyes.

"Obviously not, you better get a better hiding place dude", I laughed. He looked at me amazed. "I have some clothes you can put on if you like? Considering yours are soaked", I chuckled. He looked at me and nodded with his head.

I grabbed his hand and he jerked it away.

"How did you do that", he asked with fear clouding his throat. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I thought we were over this dude", I said annoyingly. We walked upstairs to my room when I was stopped by my father.

"Take this to your room son", he demanded.

I looked at him and the boy next to me. I haven't even asked his name yet.

"What's your name", I quietly whispered into the boy's ear.

"Andrew", he said.

"Dad I would like you to meet Andrew" I pulled out my hand gesturing towards Andrew. My father rolled his eyes.

"Now is not the time to be goofing around Ian. Now get that box upstairs", he said annoyingly. Then we walked away. I turned towards Andrew seeing the pain in his face.

"Sorry my dad is kinda mean sometimes", I said sadly. He looked at me like this has happened before. We went upstairs to my room and I shut the door. I opened my box of clothes and started to go through it.