discovering indigo. (finding sky by joss stirling)

chapter two

making people feel emotions is twisted and i know it. and i know, somehow, i do this bitter action with my eyes. i know this, because that's what people have told me afterwards. and i hate my gift most of the time because there is one emotion i always have to use more than the rest.

pain. 

there are groans and screams and i have learnt to block out the noises my gift produces. i shut my eyes briefly, knowing that my energy levels are burning dangerously low. i have no intention of killing the family. i have no intention of killing anyone. ever. anyway, i have only a certain amount of time to hold my power on the family.

i turn to run. and then i see him, he wasn't in any pain, but kneeling by the boy with glasses shouting. the boy, who i think was called yves is bent over in agony. the boy with the curly hair who had helped me escape catches my eye. he's screaming at me but i can't register what he's saying or the noise he's making and i can't catch breathe  because he's immune to my gift.

and the cold is breaking my body and i am breaking a boy with an innocent look in his eye. he's watching people he loves suffer and i know how that feels and i want to stop the hurt he is feeling so i break the suffering off. and my world folds into a devoid of black. 

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i wake with a gasp. refusing to open my eyes,. oh my god. i am alive.

my hand strokes the soft material i am lying on for a second. feeling the softness against my skin. my heads pressed against a pillow. an object i had longed for in the first two uncomfortable months in the woods. but now, i know longer find the luxury necessary. my head is already messed up. why add a comfortable pillow?

i groan. as a throbbing over the front of my eyes bangs repetitively and i know i took my gift too far last night. i start to shiver and i briefly wonder if i will ever feel warm again.

i open my eyes, sunlight pouring in through the blinds into a small white room, containing very little objects except a dresser with a mirror on it and the bed i'm lying on. i grudgingly swing my legs out of the heaven (don't blame me, it's been a long time since a bed has graced my presence), as i try ignoring the nausea that clenches at my stomach, i breath heavily through the feeling of intense sickness. 

my notebook. 

i try and fail to keep my breathing under control. i need that notebook more than i need to live. i immediately make my way towards the door. my legs wobbly like the deer in bambi. wait, the deer is bambi?

before i can even make my way out of the doorframe five benedict brothers block my path. this is getting beyond irritating. i sigh, trying to ignore the rugged good looks that the family own.  i might be risking a full attack from some crazy savants and be going through a crisis before i'm middle aged. but a girl can look. so, i do.  

"good morning" the boy with glasses smiles and i immediately like him even though it's unnecessary. "can you tell us your name?" he's speaking quietly but cheerfully. "i'm yves." he grins nervously. taking a small step backwards.

"do i make you feel nervous?" sure, i had made him feel pain last night but it was weak. i am genuinely interested in the answer. nobody had ever felt nervous around me before.

yves let out a small laugh. "i think that-"

"he won't feel anything from you ever again, you got it?" the boy with the dark eyes growled. 

i smile. "that right?" 

"leave her alone, zed." a small blonde girl with blue eyes smiles  sweetly, putting her hand on zed's chest like she's taming her monster. "she was only trying to protect herself."

"yeah, leave me alone zed." i echo, trying to make my eyes all big and innocent to match hers.

"i like her" the blonde girl announces laughing at zed's angry face. "i'm sky" she smiles at me. she looks like, honestly, she had appeared out of a fairy tale with all that blonde hair. she might have been even smaller than me and i made a rule of liking anyone who was smaller than me, it's such a rare occurrence. 

"your eyes are extraordinary." yves muses, looking at me as if i am some sort of science experiment or puzzle he needs to solve. "i would like to have a proper look some time" yves laughs at my horrified face. 

"no thank you" i shake my head to highlight my point. 

"i agree with the girl, yves." the annoying curly haired boy waltzes into the room walking past the rest of his brothers. "she doesn't need to be poked and prodded," he jabs his brother in the ribs as a reminder, "she needs xavier."

"nope." i shake my head again. "no i don't" i have no idea who xavier is but i do not need his help. no way. he could probably hurt you or drain your emotions or suck the life out of you. and i need my life.