Mind and Lily

Kind of a Long Story

***Hey guys, sorry for the wait on the update, but here it is! I've had some schoolwork and stuff to catch up on so, yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!***

Derek looked at me with a serious, worried face, "You sure you're okay with me pouring all my issues out on you?"

I looked at him with an equally worried and serious face and replied, "Only if you're comfortable with telling me."

He smiled at me and said, "You better get comfy, it's kind of a long story."

I smiled back at him, "I like long stories." I turned around to lay on my back. Now that the sun had set, the stars were beginning to come out. You could see only a few at that point though.

I saw Derek roll to lay on his back next to me. He took a deep breath and said, "I was born in Virginia and after my mom died when I was a baby, my dad moved to Manhattan when I was about two first off. Anyway, it all started when I was six years old. It had been a regular, normal day. I got home from school and went to get a glass of water. On the way to my room I tripped and the glass fell from my hand. I heard the glass shatter then looked up and only saw the broken glass, but no water. I looked around and didn't see anything. Then I got up and right in front of my face was the water. It was just floating there in huge droplets. I just stared at it for a while until it fell. I don't know how, but somehow I knew what to do. I pictured the water getting off the floor, going to the sink, and down the drain in my mind and then it actually did it. After that, I ran out onto our terrace to the flower bed. I picked up a clump of dirt and it started to float. I molded it into a ball then put it back. There were wind-chimes on the terrace and I made the wind blow them around. I wasn't sure that was me though so I went inside and took a napkin and blew it across the room. It was in the middle of the winter so we had a fireplace burning. I ran over to it. No, it felt like I was being pulled to it, like my body knew what it was doing before I did. I sat by it and drew the fire into my hands, it didn't even really feel hot even though it was floating right in front of me practically touching me."

He paused for a moment and I looked over at him and his smile was gone. I asked him, "Hey, you okay?"

He gave a small smile and nodded, "Yeah. It's just, that's when my dad got home. He was a really religious man; had a religious answer for everything. He saw me with the fire and the look on his face at that moment; it was a look of terror, disgust, and disgrace. He yelled at me. He thought I had made some sort of deal with the Devil. He went over to the closet by our front door and grabbed my grandfather's old cane. He grabbed me and.... He-he beat me with it. I screamed and cried and I promised I would never use the power again, ever. Then he stopped and sent me to my room. Later I heard him crying in his room. Almost every day for a month, I couldn't resist it, I kept using my powers, and getting better at it too. Every so often my dad would catch me and beat me with the cane again. One day I decided I'd had enough, I had gotten pretty good with my powers and decided to leave. I took a bunch of my clothes, my toothbrush, three bottles of toothpaste, and some water and food that couldn't rot or anything. I left my dad a note saying I was hanging out with a friend and left. I had learned how to let the wind make me fly, but I still had to stay out of sight of anyone or they would freak out. I was alone on the streets about two months later. I had run out of everything. The only thing I still had was a useless toothbrush and a lot of dirty clothes. Eventually the Professor found me and took me to the school. I've been here ever since; for ten years."

"Wow," I said. We sat in silence for a minute until I spoke up. "Have you seen your dad? You know, since then?"

He looked upset, almost angry even. "No. No, I've just tried to forget about him."

I gave him a stern look and asked, "And how well is that working?"

He frowned and replied, "I think about him almost every day."

I reached over and touched his arm. "I'm sorry Derek. But hey, at least you're here now. That must make it bearable."

I saw him smile a little and he replied, "Yeah, these guys are all my family now; they make me happy."

I smiled at that. Him being happy just made me happy. He had been through so much. I had Logan, but he was all alone through that experience. I looked back at the sky that was now pitch black and decorated with millions on tiny lights. The blackness even had some purple and dark blue tint to it too and it was beyond beautiful.

It was starting to get really cold and I started shivering. With Derek laying right beside me, he felt me shiver. He leaned up onto his elbow and asked, "Hey, you cold?" He took off the black leather jacket he had been wearing and offered it to me. "Here."

"No that's fine, then you would just be cold."

He laughed and said, "It's fine, here. I'll be very insulted if you don't take it," he smirked.

I gave him a look that just said "Really?" I sighed and said,"Fine, thanks." Then I smiled.

He smiled back at me and said, "Sure thing."

I put it on and laid back down. I smiled, It was really warm and it smelled like Derek; like earth and fresh-cut grass. I don't know how long we laid there until I fell asleep. I was in a half conscious-half unconscious state when I saw Derek pick me up in his arms and we took off. Soon after we left the cliff, I nodded of to sleep. At that last moment I was aware of the smile on my face as I nuzzled into Derek.

***Hey guys, did you like it?! Sorry for the guy-gives-the-girl-his-jacket cliché but, I've always liked that cliché so I put it in there! As always, comment, vote and tell your friends!!! And btw last time I checked........238 views!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy! So happy you guys have been telling you friends! Thanks so much! Anyway, have a good day, night, morning, afternoon. (Or early morning if you're like me on the internet at 2:30 in the freaking morning) :)***

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