Short Stories

Come Back Home

Description: I can feel their feelings. I don't know how it happened. I don't even care why I have these powers. All I care about is making sure they are safe. There is no telling what would happen if they die. What would happen if I die.

Chapter 1: Taiji

My name is Taiji I can feel people's physical feelings well 4 specific people. When I go to sleep I can see their memories. This allowed me to understand who they are. The first person I saw was Felice Cho. She ran away at 13 from her abusive father and drug addict mother. From 14 to 18 she became a prostitute and worked for a man named Crow. 18 to now she left the streetwalker life and became a stripper at HOTS. In my first dream about her she was in an alley way smoking a cigarette. When I woke I was coughing up smoke. I didn't know what had happened at first. I finally realized that I had some sort of power when I had more dreams of her. She wasn't fate she was a curse. I find myself looking for her but all I came with was a dead end. She wasn't real to me. The second person was Royce. He was a 30 year old business man who had a rich family. In my dream I saw him getting angry. He ended up throwing papers around causing his hand to hit his desk hard and sprung it. I woke up with the same injury.I didn't bother to look for him. I didn't bother looking for any of them anymore. Its not that I wanted to. I knew Royce was real. Purcell was plastered on every building and bill boared in New York. Next was Jay Masten. He was a 16 year old student at a prep school. However with his up bringing of his controlling mother he began to act out and started staying out late. This caused his grades to slip and getting bullied by stupid kids. In my dream I saw him getting beat up by those same kids. When I woke up I was coughing up blood with bruises on my stomach and face. The last memory dream I had was of a 23 year old tattoo artist named Mekhi Calzaroni. I just knew basics about him. He lived with his girlfriend Kia and daughter Micki. By the time this dream came around I knew I would be feeling his feels.

To be honest I don't know the extent of my powers. All I know is that I need to control it before something bad happens.

I needed all of the energy I could get. My hands were placed on my legs. I starred down at the green grass and brown leaves. It was 8:30 AM. I was not in bed taking care of a headache from last night's party like some 20 something year olds but rather in the woods calming down myself. Sighing bad was going to happen this morning and I know what that bad thing was.

Jay.

Every time he steps outside his house something bad always happen with this kid. I needed to distract my mind. Maybe if I do, I can stop feeling.  I can stop their feelings. I slowly got up and started my watch and got into runners position. I placed my right foot far back behind me with my knee and toe touching the ground. My left foot was a little bit in front of my other one. Placing both of my hands on the ground I took and scanned down the path I was about to take. If I make it home to my run down apartment in Brooklyn, New york from here without any feelings or physic flashes of anyone I would be able to cure myself from this decease. I took another deep breath. I clicked a button on my watch and started my stop watch. My feet pushed off the ground. One by one my feet moved. Right went up. Left went down. Right went down. Left picked up. My arms grated my arms. The huge trees that barely hid the sun sprinted past me. My vision started to blur out my surroundings and cynosures the picture in front of me. The road was up ahead. Cars zoomed past the woods. I was almost there out of the woods. My legs went faster although my breaths and heart beat couldn't keep up. Just a little more further and I was out-
"FUCK," I shouted. I had fell down on the floor. My jaw was in pain. I hurried and took out my watch and stopped the timer. 3:27. Knowing what was next and not wanting to kiss the ground any longer I flipped over on to my back. My eye sight went white.

Jay was on the ground getting kicked by those stupid kids. Jay blocked his face with his arms and scrunched up into a ball.

What a looser. Why isn't he getting up and defending himself? At least try to do something. Again my vision turn white.

I was back in the woods. I felt like I was going to throw up. My body aches. I tasted blood. Thank a lot Jay. Why can't he ever take another rout to school or better yet tell someone about his problems.