Untapped

Six: Times are a Changing

I ran upstairs to my room and pulled out a notebook from my desk and began taking notes. I knew that in relaxed states I am able to view other areas of time via some sort of omnipotent astral projection (at least past and present). Angered I have some sort of telekinesis abilities, gotta experiment a little more with that. So many things to be discovered, and some may people to reflect back on. I knew I should spend this time grieving, but if I can master this skill I can see both of my parents whenever I want to. For now though it was bedtime. I changed out of my suit and got ready for bed. I then made the decision that tomorrow, I was going to clean my moms room up. This house, her pension and all her assets were left to me in her will, aside from her pistol and firearm collection which was left to Mike. 
    Morning came unusually quick and I was eager to start experimenting with these powers. Seeing as I already have some experience with my astral projection, time to work on this telekinesis thing. I sat on the couch and placed a glass on the coffee table. I opened my hand and began to focus intently, no movement at all. I had to draw an inspiration of anger from somewhere, so I began to picture the inmate who murdered my mother. His face just pisses me off so much, I am glad he ended up in a mass furnace someplace. The glass started to slide across the table, but then my anger got out of control. The glass shattered on the coffee table.
   
    “Damn it.” I mumbled to myself, I almost had it. The key to this is to keep my anger at a manageable level. A level where I don't lash out, but where I am still upset.  I cleaned up the glass and grabbed a new one from the cupboard. “You can do this CJ.” I encouraged myself. I pictured that man again, but not the act he committed. I felt the anger bubbling, and simultaneously the glass began to slide towards me. The cup firmly pressed itself against the pads of my fingers, I had done it! “Yes!” I exclaimed in pure happiness. At that moment it felt like a gate had unlocked in my head, happiness has granted me something. I just don't know what it is. I pulled out my mothers old yoga mat, she rarely used it and now its my meditation mat. I need to keep my emotions in check to prevent any slip ups, and light meditation would definitely help. I continued this for right around an hour before I heard a vehicle come to a stop in front of the house. I peered out the front window and who would you guess was there? Mike, it was Mike. Knock knock knock. I opened the front door and there he stood.
    “Hey CJ how are you feeling today?” Mike asked as he extended his hand.
    “I'm doing the best an orphan can do.” I said as I grabbed his hand to shake it. This hand shake was different though. As our hands grabbed each other, my mind flooded with images of Mikes life. I saw his parents, his brother, his birthdays, I saw everything that Mike knows or has repressed. It was too much to handle and I fainted right there in the foyer of my home. I awoke minutes later on the couch in the living room. What the fuck was that? I thought to myself.
    “Yo Callum, you really need to take it easy man.” Mike said as he entered the living room from the kitchen with two cups of tea. “You've been through a lot this past week, you need to relax and allow yourself to grieve my man.” Mike had been here every single day since mom passed. The county had placed him on a paid administrative leave while they investigate the incident. The Warden also granted him an additional week of bereavement for his partner. With my parents gone Mike's new main objective was keeping me safe, and looking out for me. 
    “Mike...” I couldn't keep this a secret any more. I kept this hidden from my mom, and I could've saved her life if I just told her what I saw. Mike is my only family left, and I need to be completely open with him.
    “Cal what's going on? You don't seem like yourself.” Mike's face and body language screamed with concern. Would he even believe me?
    “Mike I'm not normal, like really not normal.” I started.
    “Callum, you're gonna be okay. You are still in shock you need a couple weeks to grieve and-”
    “In fourth grade you had a bully, his name was Frankie Spitz. He used to beat you up every day in the bathroom so badly you would throw up from the pain. He only did this because you were the only black kid in the Salinas private Catholic Academy.” I looked him dead in the eye and saw his utter disbelief. He sat there fumbling on his own words.
    “CJ, I never even told your mother about Frankie. She thought I went to a public school in the ghetto, how do you know any of this!?” He tripped on his words.
    “When we shook hands I saw everything about you. It flooded into my head all at once. That's not all Mike.” I opened my hand and concentrated on the cup of tea on the table. Slowly it lifted from the wooden table and slowly levitated to me. I grasped it and took a sip. “ I also saw what happened to my Mom. She felt me there that day because I was, well kind of.”
    “Hold on, did you just? And what do you mean you were there Cal?” He was stammering in confusion.
    “I can observe the past and present when in a relaxed state. I was meditating and suddenly I was there. Inmate #011994, he killed my mother, that was the number on his patch am I correct?”
    “Cal, good God. You better not start telling the future that shit is bad mojo.” Mike said half-jokingly. Neither of us know if I can see the future clearly. My guess is not yet. “Cal, I also have my own obscure news to tell you.”
    “What's going on.” 
    “I'm leaving the Jail, I can't stand to be there after your losing your mom. Warden pulled some strings for me with the Sheriff and in a few weeks I will officially be a deputy for Upstate County.” Mike said with pride in his voice. This got me thinking about my future, what am I going to do with myself? Mike and I talked a little longer before he left. We both had so much to think about after this conversation. I began walking around town, then I arrived at the county courthouse. I stood there staring down the long cement walkway that led to the grandiose structure. A light thunder rumbled in the background, and I knew what must be done. I took a few steps down the path and the skies opened. Rain poured on my head as I took strides to the courthouse. At this time I knew that I had so much potential left....Untapped.

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