Gifted

Chapter 3

A pic of Lucy^^^

It has been a month since I was in the asylum. Nightmares of my cell haunted my dreams. I could never sleep in the dark anymore. I feared if I did, I would wake back up in the cell. The dark has become my worst fear over time. I never really got over it.

Becky and I were still best friends. She apparently, has been in the asylum for two years after her death. She was put in it because her father raped and killed her mother, blaming it all on Becky. Ever since we touched in my cell, she was able to go anywhere she wanted, but she stayed with me. Which was astonishing to me because everyone left me. My father divorced my mother six months ago and was never heard from again. My mother is constantly out of the house making my cousin take care of me. My siblings left for college. I was always alone, except when I would see Becky and Hanna.

My power has increased over the month. I was able to summon Becky to me whenever I wanted using a red candle. I was fifteen now, if I kept getting power, how much more could I handle?

It was a typical Sunday. My mother was at work and Hanna was watching me. Hanna is my cousin. She has long blonde hair with blue eyes. 'Why did everyone have blue eyes'? I wondered. The house I was in was small. A two bedroom house with brown tan walls. It had black hard wood floors with scratches on them. My bedroom had nothing. I had my clothes and my personal belongings in there, but I was never fond of the room. There was no bed nor dresser. Being in my room reminded me slightly of my cell. So most of the time I was out in the living room.

When my father told my aunt about me in the asylum she lost it. She came racing to get me out. She was probably my favorite person in the whole world. My father told my mother I was in a private school the entire time. Which she believed. I couldn't bring myself to tell her my father dumped me there to die. It would kill her. So I went on how cool the school was whenever she asked.

I was in a new town now. I used to live in Pennsylvania, but now live in Texas, with my cousin and mom. My mother wasn't herself anymore when I got back. She was mean and resentful. I was glad she went to work all the time. I rather be alone then listen to her yap.

"Do you want any breakfast", asked Hanna.

"Your not going to poison me are you"?, I chuckled. She looked at me in a serious stance.

"No, I would ne-", I cut her off.

"Jesus Christ I was kidding. Now give me my damn waffle". I laughed. We both ate in silence. After I was done I set my plate into the sink and sat down on the couch. I felt something off about the room when I looked up to see Becky. She was making funny faces at Hanna. I laughed a little to loud, causing Hanna to look at me.

"What", she chuckled. Both Becky and I looked at each other and back at her. Becky stuck her tongue out at her. I couldn't help it. I fell to the floor laughing. Once I got up from the floor holding my stomach from the pain, I looked at Hanna.

"Nothing", I said still laughing. She rolled her eyes and started the dishes.

It was evening and Hanna and I were watching The Walking Dead.

"Yep I'm bored", I said. She looked at me with excitement. She was twenty three years old and she still looked like was sixteen.

"Follow me", she said. She grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards her room. Which was my mothers room but when she was gone it was Hanna's. Hanna was by far my favorite cousin. She never bullied me or called me names. Which is why I admired her so much. She lit a few candles and turned off the lights. She started blaring music and jumping up and down on the bed.

"Dance with me", she yelled over the music. I went to stand up when she tripped over me. She knocked one of the candles onto the bed making it go up into flames. We both quickly got up, trying to get distance from the bed.