The Gifted Curse

1: Meeting You

Thoughts usually got me in trouble. I was different from other kids, it wasn't my words or my smart mouth that got me in loads of trouble.

I slouch in my bed and my eyes flick around my room. The hardwood floor. The maple desk underneath the window. I then close my eyes and an image of my mother pops into my head. I really didn't want her to come up here with what I was about to do... I imagine the door locking and suddenly hear a clicking noise. I smile and get up from my bed. It was time to get my fill of excitement today.

I... not only had the power to make my thoughts appear right in front of me, but I also had the power to make whatever was involved in my fantasy to forget all about it. That meant I could play around with whoever I wanted and they wouldn't even know. Alas, my soul was too good to do something so wretched like that, so instead... I gather the names of porn stars. I know I know... what a horrible person I must be. But a pervert has got to do what a pervert has got to do. You could call it my daily routine, but really... it's just who I am.

I quickly shut the cloth that covers my windows. Otherwise known as my curtains, I discreetly peek outside before shutting them completely. You may be thinking to yourself, why in the world would she do this!? Well, for lack of better explaining skills, I'm pretty lonely. I haven't really had a boyfriend... ever, so this was my way of getting what I wanted without having someone trying to win my heart just for sex. This way was so much simpler. I got to use my power for my own gain and basically everyone else's gain. But I do have to say that I am a beast under the sheets, so all those guys who look at me like I'm disgusting, are missing out on some really good talent.

I let out a deep breath and tiptoe to the middle of my room. My power worked like this. Think of something with strong feelings and it will appear right before your eyes. I bring my pointer finger and thumb to my chin in a thinking stance. Which beautiful human should I choose today? A smirk falls on my lips, but then my thoughts went from porn star to could be a porn star. As an image of a particularly cute boy that went to my school appears in my head. I heard a thud outside my room. My breath catches in my throat. Thank God someone had interrupted me before I could've gone any further. That boy was off limits. I turn my head towards my door in anticipation.

"Oli can you come out here and help me?" My mother's voice echoes through my head and I feel my body move towards the door. It was then that I realize that my mom shouldn't be up here. I furrow my brows as grasp the doorknob to my bedroom. I turn it slowly and back up so that I could open the door. My body stills as my blood seems to run cold at the sight before me. "Hello dear."

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My eyes shoot open and my body moves into a sitting position. What in the hell was that? I look around my room. Everything seems normal, except for my dream. A cold shudder runs down my back as I clutch my blue comforter. I notice a couple things about my current condition. I was breathing really heavily, my body moving up and down with ragged breaths. My forehead and the back of my neck were drenched in sweat. My knuckles were white with the pressure that I was gripping the fabric with. There was also a numbing pain crawling up my spine.

I try slowing my wheezing but I continue on with it. You are Olivia Jansen. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are powerful. Nothing can hurt you. I release my comforter and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I take a deep breath of air into my system, keeping it there for a moment before letting it go. I wish I could be normal. I look down at the ground. I wish I didn't have a past. I just wish I could love someone who actually loved me back. I flop back onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. Its white color sank into my eyes and floats around my brain before disappearing. I close my eyes and imagine a soft blue color surrounding the white and overtaking it completely. As soon as my thoughts were done, I open my eyes to reveal a newly painted ceiling. I then shut my lids once again and bring my breathing to a steady pace.