Especially Gifted

5 **Secret Confessions**

        As we walked into my dorm room I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to tell him that I've been lying and why I really go by the name Angel. How can I explain something so huge, that he wouldn't freak out? But I knew I had to tell him no matter what his reaction was. He'd know when I was lying because he was already in touch with the sixth sense that he gets. At least he could back me up in case I got in trouble. As if it were his own dorm, Grey walked over and sat down on my bed. I watched him as he got comfy and sighed. I walked into the closet and I heard him hum a song that I know from somewhere... I unlocked the drawer that kept my deep dark secret. 

        "Uh. Angel, you coming?" He called to me. There was a hint of worry in his voice, but that didn't bother me. It wasn't like I was going to kill him. I was just barely a high school student. I still have my whole life ahead of me. I grabbed my family's Book of Secrets, and held it behind my back. I walked back into my dorm room and sat down beside Grey on my bed. "Your not going to pull out a knife and say your a secret killer... Are you?" His voice quivered a little, and sounded sheepish and scared.

        "Yes!!" I pulled the book out from behind my back and I think I seen Grey flinch. He glared at me for the longest time when he realized that it just a book and not a knife or glove. He stared at the book and then I seen his eyes widen. Time to get serious... "This is my family's Book of Secrets. This contains some of the information that we've learned over the years. But, this is just ours. There are also four others that I have locked up until I meet them. And one other that is a combination of summaries from the other family's Book of Secrets." I paused and laid the book down on the bed. He stared at me for a minute then I began pacing. "Each family's book contains different information based upon what we've learned. Unlike the rest of my family's history, they didn't start changing until they were at least eight. I started at five or six and we don't know why. My parents think that it was because of how strong my power is. My family was shocked when I was born and already had a powerful aura surrounding me. When you get older and manage to control your gift, the more powerful your aura becomes. But to be born with one is practically unheard of. My mom searched or family's Book of Secrets and found nothing. Even for my family and the other five sacred family's books." I stopped talking, and ended in a rush. I was hoping he wouldn't reject me... He stared at the book on the bed and read the name and his eyes got wider even though I didn't think he could manage that. He looked like a chipmunk.

        "So, your telling me that your one of the five sacred families. And not just that, but also your a Blake??? Your related to the famous Blake family. Oh, and to tack on to that, your more powerful than any of your ancestors before you." He finished and I could hear his voice trembling. I knew that he was trying his hardest not to sound completely scared, which I appreciated, but I could see it in his eyes. He was going hysterical. I looked at him and I knew that all the information of my families background was reentering his mind, and that he was terrified of me now. I walked into my closet and sat there in darkness. I was trembling and I was forcing my tears to remain behind my eyes. I guess I knew this would happen. But I was hoping that he, of all people, might be the one to slightly understand and not freak out. But here he was, in my dorm room going hysterical and being petrified. I guess I'm going back home... I started to cry and after a little while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I couldn't hold back the sobs that shook my body, or the hiccups that came in between each gasp for air. Or the never ending tears that streamed down my cheeks. I felt horrible, and I'm considered a monster because of the five sacred families history.

        I heard his footsteps, but had to strain to keep listening. I was still crying and im sure that I had snot coming out of my nose. Gross... Thoughts suddenly floated into my mind of reactions that were going to happen. The look of disgust and fear on peoples faces. The menacing glare as I walk down the hallway. People shouting at me calling me a monster... I knew that was going to happen soon, and I needed to get out now. A rush of feelings swept over me and I began to ball my eyes out again. I began to shake again, but this time it was worse. My entire body felt really heavy and lifeless. I felt like a house of cards that was about to come tumbling down. My stomach hurt from all the shaking and gasping, but I couldn't help that. I was terrified of the reactions that were going to come and of myself. Of what I was going to become, what path I would choose; the path that the others would choose too. I had a major headache, and fell down when I tried standing. I tried to stand again, and my knees gave out on me. I collapsed and greeted the ground. I tried crawling but had no strength left. I felt horrible.

        "Angel?" His voice was so soft that it sounded more like a whisper than anything else. I found a towel that I threw out of the drawers last night when I was looking for the perfect outfit to wear. I grabbed that and wiped my nose. I was considering blowing my nose in it, but that would be even grosser. I sat there in fetal position while I rocked back and forth, attempting to calm myself down. "Angel?" He asked again. His voice was a little stronger than before. I knew he was scared. I wanted to tell him just to leave me alone, go off and tell everyone and be a hero, to get out of here and never come back. But my voice was gone, and I had nothing left. It took all the energy that I had left to breathe and stay awake. He walked into the closet and bent over when he saw me on the floor. We sat there for a while, just looking at all the clothes, and not talking while avoiding eye contact. I wanted to say so many things, but didn't have the nerve or the voice to do so. I was scared to death of what was going to happen. 

        "Angel, I-," He began. But even he didn't know how to respond. We both just sat there not talking and looking at the ugly white walls. "You need to get out of this closet. You don't look so good." Grey stood up and walked over to me. He began to bend down, then hesitated. After a moment or two, he wrapped his arms under mine and helped me up. When he tried getting me to walk on my own, I started to fall to the ground, but his arms caught me. He tried having me walk with him, so that he could shoulder some of the weight, but I didn't even have enough strength for that. He could kill me right now if he wanted to. He could grab scissors, or strangle me and I wouldn't have enough strength to fight back. Then he would be awarded for killing a monster. The thought rippled through my mind and my body tried to cringe. He looked down at me and saw the sad and terrified look that he had when he found out. We walked over to my bed and he sat me down. I tried my hardest to crawl under the covers and hide myself but I could barely move my hand. He just stood there and watched as my shaking hand slowly moved. 

        He sat down on the bed too but was still pretty far away. I knew that this conversation wasn't going to end well. My mind floated and I remembered the conversation that me and my parents had when I was about ten or eleven. "Cassia, don't let anyone find out that your last name is Blake. People just won't understand. That's why people think our last name is Nite.You can't even tell another gifted person or child like you. Even though they have powers like you do, they won't understand either. No one will except your grandparents will understand. And if someone were to find out, they'd call you a monster and run away in fear. Cassia, I know this isn't a good thing to say, but don't trust anyone. And if somewhere were to find out about your secret-," she paused to look at me. Her stare was hard and frightening. There was a look that told me what she was about to tell me would haunt me. "Kill them." Her voice was hard and when I looked in her eyes, I knew she wasn't joking. She literally meant to kill anyone that found out my secret. I could never do that. I wasn't going to follow in my ancestors footsteps. It was weird how the random things float in your mind. I was about to cry again, but then I remembered something she said. "If someone were to find out, they'd call you a monster and run in fear."  If that were so true, then why wasn't he running yet?

        I was going to ask him as soon as my voice returned. He walked over and was about to turn on music, when my phone went off with a melodic tone. I looked at my cell phone, and even from here I could read the name across the screen. It was Xander. I tried to grab it but my hand only moved an inch. Grey walked over and handed the cell to me. I looked up at him in surprise and he sat on the bed again. I unlocked the cell and went to my in-box. Hey, do you know where Grey is? He wasn't in last block with me. He's never been absent before and it worried me a little. I didn't know what to respond so I stared at Grey. Eventually he took the hint and stood up as I flipped the phone so he could read. He took the cell and typed something in it before sitting back down. But now, he was closer than before. I almost cried again, this time because he wasn't running. I was about to type that in on my phone to ask him, but I used all my energy. I felt so heavy, and my eyelids began to close. I didn't have the strength to fight back. The next thing I know, everything is pitch black and I'm asleep.