Who am I?

the others

I slumped into the seat of the van and hardly noticed Jason's terrible driving. I actually thought she could see me! I actually thought normal people were starting to see me! How could I have been so stupid?

Here's the deal, I live with Jason and some friends live in the apartment next door. It's been two months since that last memory. Jason and the others can see and hear me but they tell me that they see me differently.

Jason said it was my aura when we first met. It's apparently different than a person's who can be seen and heard. They can see me because they're special and they tell me I am too though I really didn't know that there were people that weren't like us.

Jason has a supreme talent for reading auras and he said he could spot mine like it was a beacon. It meant that I was incomplete somehow, but special like him.

I always thought everyone was just like us. Apparently not. I sighed moodily and swung myself out of the van. Our apartment was small and messy with stacks of books hanging around candles and stuff were strewn around the place. The furniture was mismatched and patched and the t.v. hardly ever worked.

Zoe was already kicked back in one of the  recliners watching Anthony try to fix the television with an amused smirk. He was shaking his hand cursing. "You might as well forget it," Jason said putting the milk into the fridge. "It's never going to work."

Anthony sighed rubbing a hand through his bright red hair. "Yeah, yeah, we were just bored waiting for you two ladies to come back from shopping." I grinned. "Last time I checked, the first time I met you, you were a lady."

Zoe snorted with laughter. "That's not fair, I'm Jason's potion guinea pig!" He exclaimed and the pot of casserole flew out of Jason's hands smashing into the ground. "Oops." Anthony said and blushed.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Calm down dude, or you're going to have all of my dishes broken." Zoe grabbed the phone "Well this is my cue to call for a pizza." Happy with that idea, I settled down on the couch with a book.

I didn't read it, I just stared at the cover in my hands tracing the words. How weird was it that I could read but couldn't remember learning how? I wondered who taught me, was it my parents?

Did I have parents? A strange ache dug its way into my chest and settled there. Zoe came over and put her hand on my arm gently and I felt the ache ebb away. "Thanks." I breathed. Zoe was what they called an empath, she could feel other's emotions and influence them with skin to skin contact.

"What's got you troubled?" She asked with concern and I shrugged. "I thought someone could see me today but she was just someone like us and didn't know it." She nodded sympathetically. "Maybe you'll get more visible with time."

"Well can you see me better?" I asked. She had told me before that she had a hard time seeing. She and Anthony had to concentrate or they wouldn't see me at all. She tilted her head and squinted her brown eyes.

"Maybe, No, I don't know." she said. Feeling put out, I sighed and slumped down just as the doorbell rang. Looked like our pizza was here. I got up and opened the door and tried to grab the pizza but I shuddered as I felt a hand go through me.

It was the Pizza boy's hand passing it to Anthony. That was gross. People who couldn't see me could also go through me. But, I was as solid as anyone else to Jason, Anthony, and Zoe.

We ate our pizza and Jason took off his leg, a sign he was relaxing to meditate. Anthony and Zoe went back to their apartment and I lay down on the creaky little bed in my room. My room was small with a drafty window and water damage on the ceiling. One of the walls was cracked but I loved it just the same.

I had nothing to compare it to after all. I sighed happily and dropped into sleep.