The Gifted Curse

3: Emotion Overload

I press my hands into the ivory keys and play a minor melody. A melody that reflects my emotions. Of course, I wasn't actually playing the piano, only imagining a tune and letting my power take control of my fingers. I feel broken, hurt, and angry. 

As the melody flows through my fingers and onto the keys I feel tears start to form in my eyes. I feel such strong emotions for no reason. It was all his fault! He had that stupid power and used it against me... right? He read into my mind and found out my deepest darkest secret! He was a creep! He used his power and found mine! The tears start to fall onto the keys and my fingers slip. I hiccup and start to cry harder. I feel betrayed. No reason. I feel hurt. No reason. I feel like he had ripped me open and exposed me... but he hadn't. He was just discovering a girl he thought was interesting. But in doing so he had made me feel indisposed. He had no right! No right to look into my mind! My fingers pause and I bow my head to rest on my hands. Why? The tears came in loads. It was then that I feel a hand on my shoulder. It was warm and comforting.

"I'm sorry, Olivia." I sniffle and wipe my face with my arm. I look over my shoulder to find Dillon kneeling next to the piano. My face contorts with anger as his eyes look into mine. 

"What are you doing here?" I hiss. He smiles and sucks in a breath.

"You brought me here."

-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

My eyes shoot open and when I realize that Dillon was in my dream I quickly shut them again. Screw him and his hot body. I hate him. I didn't even know the guy all that well and I hated him. Look at me I'm Olivia and I can hate a person without knowing them. The ultimate judging by the book by its cover. Jeez, I was an idiot. I flop myself over onto my side and groan. Maybe I should give him a chance to explain himself... I close my eyes and sigh. I'll think of an answer in the morning. 

I yawn and open my eyes to the bright daylight. I squint at my window. What the fu- How is it morning already? I swear I just closed my eyes. I shrug. Meh, it's not like I can do anything about it. 

"Liv you'd better be ready when I get up there!" My mom calls. I give a lopsided grin to my reflection in the mirror. When I had come home last night my mom had hugged me tightly and told me that she loved me. We then had a great night of snacks and movies. "It's chilly so try to imagine something a little less showy!" She adds. I giggle and roll my eyes. I imagine those black leggings with netting that curves up your legs and shows them off. Then a loose white tee and a maroon cardigan of sorts to go with it. Of course, I was still going to wear converse. The only difference was that I was going red today. Damn, I look good. I wink at myself in the reflection and turn on my heel to head downstairs. Before I could even open my door I hear a voice that I would rather not be hearing. My smile instantly drops to a frown.

Good morning, I hope your day started off good.

I could almost feel his smile in his words. I grimace and walk out my door. Good morning, I see the assassins have failed. 

Back to our cheery self, I see.

Nope, just want to let you know that you're an ass. Before he could reply I put up a mental wall, well... that's what I liked to call it. You see, everyone had one, they just had to know how to use it. I never had to before I had an annoying bug flying around in my brain. I narrow my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I was starting to hate Mr.Hottie and I thought it was impossible to hate someone with such good looks. I reach the bottom of the steps and hear my mother's disgruntled groan. 

"Who is it now?" She was hunting for a mother-daughter talk, but I just wasn't in the mood.

"Who? What are those?" I reply with a slight smirk on my face. Her eyes narrow and when she saw I was heading for the pan full of bacon, she steps in front of me.