The Gifted

Talk It Out

"So, tell me exactly what happened." Tiffany insisted while taking a seat on my bed.

"Okay," I started. "It all started on Christmas day, I was about five when you were about seven..." I continued from there. I told Tiffany everything, from the smallest details to the biggest picture. Her expression kept changing. When I told her about Christmas day, she had a dreamy look on her face, as she was remembering it as I spoke, but when I got up to the part where mum left us-she was surprised, shocked and angry.

"But dad told us that mum left without a letter!" She argued.

"I know, I was confused at first, but then I realised that dad didn't want to believe that mum left, he didn't want to know her last words of goodbye, on a piece of paper. Or he was so angry with mum about leaving that he wanted us to hate her and despise her, so he ripped up the letter mum gave us and acted like it never happened."

"That does make sense." Tiffany agreed. "But what did mum do? In the letter, you said she wrote down. 'I couldn't see myself to tell you face to face what I have done' and 'That if you find out what I did then don't hate me for it, what I did was only for the protection of you.' What does It mean?"

"I'm not sure, actually I am completely lost with what she said." I replied.

"Well whatever mum did, caused her to leave." Tiffany stated. "What happened next? You said something about a black shadow, kind of like a blob of black smoke drifting in our living room?"

"Oh, yeah, it was weird, mum walked up to it and said, 'I am ready' and the black smoke absorb into her, controlling her."

"But why would mum let the shadow do that?" Asked Tiffany.

"I have no idea, but I have a feeling it is linked with whatever mum did."

"But how?" Tiffany asked. "What? Did my trade herself in to the shadow?"

"I don't know, but in some way all of this is linked. From our last Christmas with mum, to mum's disappearance, to you figuring out what has happened to Zera, that night of the attack. It's all connected."

"All connected back to mum?" Tiffany repeated.

"Another thing is, how do I remember this, in my dreams." I started. "I have amnesia?"

"Maybe its fading away?" Tiffany suggested.

"But why now after a month? Why now does it start to fad away?"

"I'm not sure?" Tiffany admitted. "Anyway, its late," Said Tiffany. "We better head back off to sleep."

"I can't" I admitted. "I can't sleep with all these thoughts swirling through my mind."

Tiffany nodded and sat back down. "I'll stay with you then."

"No," I pleaded. "You can sleep. I don't want you to stay up just because of me."

"Its alright."

"It isn't."

"I swear it's alright."

"But it isn't."

"Rose! I said it's alright."

I nodded and let her say. I know Tiffany and I know you can never win against her.