Peter's POV
I opened my eyes to the sound of jingling keys. Peering through the blue curtains of my room, she stood there, a girl with such haunted eyes, across the street in work-out clothes ready for her daily jog. I watched her as she put in her ear buds, pressed play, and began to jog down the street. That was then my cue to get up for school.
Lazily getting into the shower, I thought back to the day that the girl with the haunted eyes was given a name; which was all of 4 days ago.
***
"Why are you following me?" she asked me.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Visiting an old friend," she said looking back up at me after both of us heard the click of the lock. Opening the door, she stepped through the archway. "You coming pretty boy?" she poked her head back out of the doorway.
"How could I? I don't even know your name," I countered her.
"Liz, call me Liz," she answered,"so you coming?" I stared at her and then to the darkness behind her.
***
Getting out of the shower and sliding on a pair of boxers, walked into my room. Slipping on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbed my socks and utility boots. I then set off toward the stairs to find my mom and dad downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen as Dad was at the table reading the newspaper. We were such a cliche family that it wasn't even funny.
I sat down across from my dad and he then managed to toss me, to my dismay, the sports' section of the paper. He did so without even a glance in my direction as he did every morning. His face covered by the open paper, I glared at him, almost burning a hole in it, until my mom came over with breakfast. To avoid any further eye contact with either of them, I leaned down to put on my shoes.
If my mom ever saw me glare at my father it would break her heart, and make her think of divorcing him again. He had put her through such hell over the past couple of years, starting with the time she had caught him cheating on her. She may have forgiven him, but I certainly haven't. After the unexpected death of my stepfather, my mom's strong exterior began to crumbled, and my jackass of a father seeing such vulnerability came in with guns blazing at the site of it. They remarried a year later, now even the memory of my stepfather is gone.
It seemed as though my father could sense the few times my mother thought of my stepfather, for when she did he would confront her; letting her cower in the corner of the room as he screamed at her for being unfaithful. She wasn't being unfaithful at all. The only thing that that man gave her was me, but my stepfather was a good man who loved me like his own and loved my mother even more.
Me on the other hand, my father kept around for he had this inept yearning to make me his "heir" of his law firm that he recently opened. Ever since he remarried my mom he wanted to open his own firm, and since the plans were set into motion some time ago he seemed to be trying to get me to want to become a lawyer myself. This notion was probably because his lawyer friends wanted it for their sons as well. The big difference between me and those chumps was that it wasn't working on me.
Finishing off my breakfast of a blueberry muffin and scrambled eggs, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door to fall into step together with the haunted eyed girl. "I would say you're following me if you didn't live across the street," Liz told me.
"I don't know why you are convinced I'm following you," I said back.
"Because you can feel my energy," she retaliated turning so she was facing me and walking backwards. The horrible thing at that moment was that both of us knew what energy she was talking about.
***
"Its okay my dear boy," Gran whispered.
"I'm scared Gran," I whispered back.
"I know dear, I know, but you have to be strong. Don't ever ever be afraid of yourself. This gift is a part of you don't let the feelings consume you," she talked normally this time holding me to her chest as she rocked my 3 year old self on her lap, back and forth,and back and forth. "I cannot teach you to control it; one day you will though, just not now."
***
I remember the day the energy came to me for the first time. I was scared then, but now its just like the changing of the seasons; its almost natural. "There isn't any energy coming from you but around you," I told Liz after thinking of Gran.
"So I've been told, but the difference between you and the others is that you know why," she returned as she disappeared into the crowed of the school's court yard. She was right you know; I did know why. She was a psychic medium.
