The World Will End With Us. (Volume One)

Chapter 3: Clementine Jones.

Clementine's past:
The mind is the most private things a person can have. It keeps our secrets, memories, and our thoughts; the things we value most in the world. But the question is what would you do if your mind was exposed? What if you knew everything about everyone? The social interaction we crave would be unnecessary. The social interaction between one and another would be gone because what would be the point? You already know everything about them. You would know everybody and nobody would know you and then the thought of you on this universe would get too much.

Thinking that you so insignificant compared to everyone else because nobody knows you. Then the thoughts of everyone starts to overwhelm you and you start to go mad thinking that their thoughts is yours. How will you ever know that there yours ? That's the thing that makes a person go mad, when you can hear everything and everyone... my grandma always told me our family had a special kind of gift. A gift that only we can us Jones uses, a line from fortune tellers from the old country, but I always thought they were liars. Intel I hit puberty and everyone started talking to me all at once without even talking.

The most terrifying part was that nobody talked to me while it happened. This power has destroyed many friendships and relationships I've had with people because I knew too much; it's not my fault. Even my grandma says that the power destroyed the family; were the last Jones left with the gift and that it'll eventually tear us apart. The gift comes and goes at the most convenient or the must inconvenient time and sometimes if I'm alone everyone's inner thoughts will echo in my head. I'm 17 and been living with the gift for 5 years and yet I can never get used to it.

There's a difference between good thoughts and bad thoughts as they intertwine each other. Sometimes one speaks louder than the other but sometimes it's just noise in my head that won't ever go away. A radio signal that get through kind of thing; you feel someone reach out but never touch you. The only thing that stops me from hearing everyone is if I don't look at anyone so my eyes are always casted to the ground. So practically I never really looked someone in the eyes unless I really needed to know something. My grandma used to put in ear plugs but now she just turns down her hearing aids so her gift isn't as strong as it was back in the day.

This gift is a curse I can barely look at anyone; if there is some kind of god just please make the thoughts around me silent... please?

Clementine's present:
Smoking a cigarette at the bottom of the stairs at school, I watched the smoke dance in front of me as it fades away. This school is so crowded that it's easy to get lost in it and not know where you are. Casting my eyes up to the crowd of people their thoughts started to cloud mine; "Oh my god is that Emma? Why is her hair like that?" One said, "What's wrong with her?" Another said, and one embarrassing came through saying "Oh god I hope I didn't start my fucking period today!".

Stifling a laugh I turned away and heard people scrambling to get to class. Their thoughts echoed in the distance, something crawled up my spine and gave me chills, and I immediately turned to see Chelsea a girl who had an annoying voice. Her body was somewhat of a cheerleader, she was tugging at her boyfriends jacket, and her boyfriend was looking past her looking at Emma... his thoughts were disgustingly lustful. Chelsea's raging thoughts pounded against my head as she turned around and saw Emma at her locker getting ready for class. "Who does that bitch think she is?! Fucking dyke! Why can't she just ducking go away!!" Her head screamed. She then turned toward me and sent a menacing glare toward me "Who does she think she is staring at?!", quickly turning away I felt my head pound against my head. Something bad is going to happen; Chelsea is going to do something.

Grabbing my bag I started to follow Emma and stared intensely at her. Her thoughts were clouded and blocked by something weird; something that isn't right. Emma eventually turned into the locker room for gym and internally screamed because I hate gym class. Getting a locker that was from a decent distance from her I changed into my gym outfit. Me being impatient went out on the track before her so I could somewhat blend in and started to run. My feet hit the ground hard as I kept a steady pace but Emma on the other hand was jogging very slowly. She looked like her clothes were swallowing her up as she ran and while running Chelsea's boyfriend was staring from far behind her.