Chapter 2

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Winnie's P.O.V.

I'm in his head again. Whenever I am in someone's head I have the power to mess with their memories, control what they are doing, and change their perspective on things. Before someone does something bad I have a pull to get into their head. Ethan is a whole new story. His pull was so strong I couldn't stop myself. I forced myself to try to stop, but it was like my brain went into auto pilot. Now that we are in the same car the now familiar pull is back.

I hear him begging for me to leave, but I can't. 

I hear him groan in pain as I search through his head to put at rest my eager soul.

Grayson's P.O.V.

"Woah, Ethan are you okay?" I ask, worried.

"Noo," He moans. "I have a headache."

"Don't worry bud, we will get you some pain killer when we get back home." I say worriedly looking back at my brother.

I look at my girlfriend, she has tears streaming down her face, she looks so concentrated.

"Babe, what's wrong?!" I ask, alarmed.

She seems to snap out of whatever daze she was in and wipes her tears with her sleeve. 

"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about, Gray, I think you need some rest." She says, biting her lip.

"Win, you only bite your lip when you're lying, what's wrong?" I say, now concerned. 

"Let it go, Gray," Ethan says from the backseat. "She's probably too scared to control her emotions right now."

"Geeze, okay Ethan." I say, a little offended, Ethan has always stood up for me, since day one.

Later that night

Ethan's P.O.V.

My headache and the voice controlling me have now gone.

But, I can't fall asleep. I haven't been able to since the voice first came into my head. I lay in bed going over what has happened in this week. I know I didn't intentionally do that, I couldn't have told the Judge that, though. 

"Oh, yeah Judge, I definitely didn't kill that guy. A voice in my head told me to!"

(a/n: I know you couldn't pay bail for that but, it's fiction, go with it :))

Yeah, that would go over well, they'd send me to an insane asylum. 

Just how will I learn to either, control, get rid of, or get used to the voice in my head?

(END OF CHAPTER TWO)


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