Gifted

Chapter 8

A pic of Christian^^

The week couldn't go by any faster. It has been five days since Isabelle's birthday party. Brianna still gave me her looks of concern, but never said anything about my episode. I was actually surprised no one else saw it.

Becky and Lucy have been trying to find answers on how to control my visions. Which, was not working. No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop myself from seeing people's death. I only had one vision since the lake. I thought they would just slowly die down, but knowing my luck, that wasn't the case.

Stephan and I were brothers now. We talked to each other in the hallways and joked around with each other in class. I was grateful that I actually had friends. Isabelle and Rose have been nothing but nice to me. Stephan was a loyal guy, which is what I admired most about him. Brianna kept my episode to her self, so I guess that means I can trust her.

Christian however, was a different story. Ever since he touched me at the party, it was like a part of him was with me. Looking after me when no one else was. I would see him in the hallways between class, and we would say hi to each other. I was still trying to figure out what he was, but it was no use. Every lead I had on him, came to a dead end. That didn't stop Becky and Lucy though. They were searching the spiritual world for answers. However the hell that works.

It was seventh period, the last period of the day. English was my best subject but I didn't pay attention. I fiddled my pencil in my hands, staring at the clock. Stephan sat next to me in this class. We would make faces at each other, and insult the teacher under our breaths. He tried to get my attention, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the clock.

This classroom had long brown tables that could seat two people. The tables were in rows of three, facing the white smart board. The walls were the same, with the tan color staining them. The people in the class weren't as bad as my math class, but it didn't stop me from dreading the class. I had an A, I didn't have to pay attention.

My eyes were drooping. The sounds around me were slowly becoming slurred. I was falling asleep. I was up all night trying to figure out how to stop my visions, so I guess the tiredness caught up to me. As hard as I tried, my head kept slipping from my hands. The teacher was writing words on the board, but I couldn't see them. I finally gave up, and dropped my head into my arms.

The room fell quiet for a while. I never fall asleep in class, but when I do, it's peaceful to me. I get to escape all the people in the room. Something my head phones were not capable to do.

"Ian". The whisper said.

"Fuck off". I said annoyed. I was trying to get some sleep, why do people have to destroy that? All I wanted to do, is take a power nap.

"Ian". The whisper said again. I was beginning to get upset. I didn't lift my head up out of my arms. I didn't want to open my eyes, I was to tired. I thought I was still in the classroom. I heard the ticking of the clock so I had to be in the classroom.

"Ian". The voice said again. I felt a soft poke on my arm. 'Stephan! Let me sleep!' I screamed in my mind. I was poked again and I shot my head up.

"God damnit! Just let me sleep!". I yelled. Stephan wasn't there. No one was there for that matter. No kids no teacher, no Stephan. The walls were black with paint chipping off of them. The lights were flickering green, and hung from the ceiling.

'Oh god, I'm back'. I thought to my self. I heard foot steps coming from down the hallway. They belong to a woman, since the sound was coming from what sounded like high heels. The ticking from the clock became slower and slower. I looked up to see the hand was moving with the sound. Time was slowing down. I shut my eyes and covered them with my hands.