Gifted: The Revelations

Chapter 4

Looking at the boys curiously we sat down as well.  Moving the chairs away from the table and sat down silently with a curious look on their faces. The first question they had just flown out of their mouths.

"Did you guys get that creepy ass call last night?"

Looking at each other Tia and I both nodded our heads at the same time. So we had all gotten that call it seems. What was worse is that not many people had our numbers for that exact reason. The fact of the matter was that some random dude was now creepily stalking us. Sighing I looked down at the plate of bacon pancakes that Tia's mother had put on the table for us. Picking one up I started to think about the possible people that would have wanted to prank call us.

Whilst I was eating, a thought popped into my head. It was random and could possibly be wrong but I had heard that voice before. Turning to look at Tia I swallowed the lump of pancake that was stuck in my throat. It got stuck a few times before I managed to get a drink of orange juice. I took a shaky breathe before telling the others.

"I think I have heard that voice before..." my voice echoed and bounced around the room and off the walls into the now silent room which seemed as silent as a cemetery. Everyone turned and looked at me.

"The male voice on the phone last night ... I don't see why I didn't see it before," my eyes widened at the realisation I had just made, "It must be ... there is no other voice it could be. The man on the phone last night was the man my mother has been seeing behind my father's back."

The shocked was etched into their faces. It was the only possibility. The man that I had seen and heard my mother with matched the voice on the phone. The widening of their eyes told me they didn't believe that they were hearing this.

"S-so... you thinking that the man your mother is seeing, prank called us? That's a stretch Gaea," comes the reply from Isaac, his voice showing both confusion and disbelief

Shaking my head, I remembered that voice clearly. I was eavesdropping on one of my mother conversations thinking it were with my father. Turns out there were another guy on the other end of the phone. The voice I had heard, I clearly remember it and it matches perfectly to the voice we heard last night. I dropped the subject knowing full well that my friends didn't believe me. Apparently I was the only one who had the sense enough to fully remember and recognise all the voices around me. I knew I was getting irritated at this whole thing. My skin started to prickle as I continue to pretend I wasn't talking about the whole thing when in reality in my head the voices were having a field day.

Sighing to myself I got up from the table leaving my breakfast. I pushed my chair away making as much noise as I could before turning and walking back down the hallways focusing on my target. Tia's room. I walked along the hallway my mind turning, the different gears making my brain work faster. All the different possibilities churning throughout my mind haunting me as I made my way down the long hallway. Turning sharply I made my way into Tia's room and sat down on my bed before looking around the room. I made a mental note about everything in the room. Then I slowly move about the room moving things and searching for what answers may lay there.

As I made throughout the room I could still hear my friends in the kitchen murmuring about things quietly to each other. I sighed to myself as I moved everything trying to find anything to tell me what was going with my friends. I had a feeling that something was going behind my back as my skin continued to prickle and started to crawl. What I didn't notice was the slight purple glow that had surrounded my body. I sighed to myself and attempted to calm myself from the demon the was rising from the depths of my mind.

This was a murky and yucky feeling that was rising within my body as I worked my way through her room. As I was finishing combing the room for evidence of something that was happening with my friends a felt a burning sensation crawl up my spine slowly. Like thousands upon thousands of needles had pushed their way through the skin all as once over and over again. I couldn't feel the pattern but I know something had been burned into my skin. A pattern of sorts, of what I knew not. I felt the blood slowly trickle down my back a snail making its way to its next destination. It was at the point I managed to stumble back to my bed and fell face first onto my bed.

I managed to stay awake and push my way through the darkness that had started to form in my vision. I didn't make a sound as the pain now blurred my vision as the voices in my head got louder and the voices in the kitchen got softer. I tried my hardest to stay awake but the grips of darkness held me in its vices. Furthermore its soft voice entered into my head trying to coerce me into its clutches. Offering anything it could, money, power, all the riches in the world but I held out hoping and praying that this would be over. The tears leaked out of my eyes and stained the pillow beneath my head as I tried so desperately to forget the pain and the torture that the darkness was holding me under.