Life of a Supernatural Fugitive

Chapter 1

I never really had the best luck before all of this. My life wasn't really peachy like everyone else's. My mother died while giving birth to me, and they say it was a miracle I survived. I grew up with my Aunt Caroline because my dad had left my mother the day before I was born. She raised me well, making me study for school and always complete my work. People have always said I was a very bright child as I grew up, but there was a slight problem with how "bright" I was. At the age of 12, I discovered a ability I had inside me all along. It all started in 6th grade, when I had done something amazing, just to amazingly ruin my life.
This girl Sarah, who's parents had all the money in the world, thought it would be funny to make fun of me because she was so rich and I was so poor. She didn't admit it, but it was obvious she was jealous about how smart I was. She said so many things, and I was able to hold back, but her words were so hurtful, that I lost it. Next thing you know, desks are all over the room, tables are split in half, and the police officers and principal run in the room, just to see a girl with a bloody head on the ground crying for her mother, and me standing right above her, trying to figure out what had even happened.
Ever since that day, I could never live my life the same. My aunt told me I wasn't safe anymore, and after all that happened so far, I believed her. We moved to Georgia after originally living in New York. I felt safer in Georgia, because no one recognized me, especially after I made some changes to myself.
Sorry about all that, I've been so busy recently that I've never made a proper introduction. My name is Rachel Miller. I'm 15 years old, and Caucasian. I never got to see my mother, but my aunt always told me I had her sweet blue eyes. I have long brown hair, or maybe I should say I had long brown hair. I cut it after moving to Georgia. I was able to spend years in peace in Georgia, my aunt homeschooled me, and I never really left the house for much. That was until the government found out my aunt was my guardian.
I was sitting in my room watching the news, and there I was. My story was still being talked about. "Supernatural girl still in hiding" it said. It made me angry just thinking about it. At least I finally thought Sarah a lesson not to mess with me.
My aunt walked through the front door with many bags of groceries and suitcases on her arms.
"Aunt Caroline? That looks heavy. Do you need me to-"
She shushed me. She put down the items and walked closer. She walked me into her room and whispered so quiet I could barely understand her some of the time.
"The government is onto me. They know I'm a relative of you, and I've been getting multiple calls from unknown numbers."
"Are you sure it's not just a salesman?"
"I'm sure. I also think I saw a police car tailing me."
I was about to say something else, but I was interrupted by a breaking window. Coming from my room. We ran in to see broken glass and some weird device on the ground, before I was blinded and deafened by it. Scared, I fell to the ground, trying to gain my vision. "Carol!" I yelled repeatedly. "Carol! Help me! I can't see!" I cried. Then I stopped, there was no point in trying. This is the end. I thought. Until I felt someone grab me and pull me up. It was Aunt Caroline, and she was screaming for me to run downstairs and out the door. I ran straight for the stairs and out the door like she said to. It was raining. And it was late at night. When I looked behind me, I saw men on the roof breaking through. You'd think that they would've gotten inside the house by then, but they were too scared to face me. I don't even know how to control this power.
Then that brings me here. Falling down a cliff at a very high speed. Waiting for death to come.