i cant tell you how i did it. i don't think i even know.its just a feeling and it happens, but that the dangerous part about it. if it happens in public, i am so fucked. all it takes is the wrong feeling and someone could notice. luckily the only time that someone saw it was just my eyes.
he saw my eyes change colors, and i kind of blame myself because i should have been more careful about it. i should have looked around before it changed...but i don't really think it was a bad thing. i fell in-love all because i could control my self. the horror and mystery in his eyes thrilled me as i came closer to him and he didn't run. i think that's why he sparked something inside of me when we touched. he stayed.
you see i have a past. i kill people but its not like i in joy it, it just kind of happens..like i have said a million times now. if i concentrate on something long enough i can make things happen. i can through things and bend unbendable objects, make people think and speak what ever i want. sometimes i do admit i take it for granted but i am happy with where i am.that night that he saw me, if he wouldn't have staid, he would have brushed it off as nothing or ran away i could be dead.
when we touched he just sat there, didn't move his hand or his face. i am pretty sure he stopped breathing for a minute but he's okay now, but there was something more to him then just the fact that he staid. i don't get why i could see it before but he was one of me. he could do the same things and he was scared because he thought he was the only one who could do it.
i stepped back and i remember the sweet little smile creep across his face. his voice was soft and smooth but had a kick behind it. i saw him ever one in a while after that night so i finally asked him if we could talk over some coffee. he stared at me for a few moments and then grabbed my hand and we walk down the ally.
when we got to "Amber's place" (coffee shop) we sat down and talked for what seemed for hours. when we were getting ready to leave he asked to walk me home. usually when i get asked that it means the dude wants to get laid so i told him no. that where the mistake lies. i started walking home and a bunch of guys jumped me and for the first time, i was helpless. i couldn't bring my self to hurt them. all i could think was what the hell, i have killed how many people no problem but this time i couldn't. it was like something inside me told me it wasn't right and that he wouldn't be happy about it so i just laid there.
the next few days i avoided seeing him and i felt bad because i didn't want him to think it was something that he said but at the same time i didn't want him to see me like this. it made me feel weak and soft. inside i kept telling my self that i needed to see him. i called him up so i could finally tell him what happened. he was gonna make himself sick wondering if i didn't tell him.
hey this is my first part of this story. think i should keep writing???
