I was screaming. Bright lights saturated the room, pulsating music reverberated inside my skull. My body was twisting and squirming, adorned in blood as I screamed. There were people surrounding me, wearing black robes, all of them bowing and chanting as they swayed in unison. A strong pair of hands grabbed me, turned me, I saw a purple soul that royally glowed before me and a wide smile with perfect teeth.
I woke up in a shock, breathing heavily as sweat poured off me. My throat was burning, and my mouth was dry. I blinked the sweat out of my eyes, looking around my empty room, the feeling that there were eyes watching me creeping down my spine. Despite my sweat, I felt cold.
My True Sight was on, even though I had gone to sleep with it off. I closed my eyes, tried to switch it off, but my mind was too panicked. I couldn't focus.
I got to my feet and stumbled to my window, my wobbly legs still struggling to wake up. I threw it open and accepted the cool wind that blew over me. The night sky was a beautiful black canvas with streaks of translucent colours mixing on it. Looking at this imagery calmed me and when my heart stopped racing, I closed the window and turned my True Sight off.
With my mouth like a barren desert I opened the door and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of cold water and gulped it down as I thought about the dream.
It was hard to recall what happened in it. I could only remember flashes of noise and colour, shards of emotions. And a beautiful woman with a purple soul smiling down at me. I massaged my forehead with my fingers, feeling something akin to a headache steadily pulsing just beneath my skull. I downed the rest of my glass and walked back upstairs, my mind still on that crazy dream.
I sat on my bed, feeling tired but not ready to fall asleep just yet. I thought about my lesson with Hector today. It would be the start of our actual training, as he attempted to save my soul. I had no idea if I was ready for it. I closed my eyes and opened them again to the spiritual plane. I could still tell that it was dark, the lights seemed dimmer than usual, but the world was still brighter than before. I could easily make out my shoes, laying in the darkest corner of my room and giving off a dim, green light.
I reached out with my hand and playfully messed around with the spiritual energy, watching it coalesce and move around me like oil in water. I laid back on my bed and thought about the dream. There was something off about it, it was unlike my other dreams or nightmares. It felt too real to just be a dream. Did it have something to do with my powers? Maybe I could ask Angelica about it. My face lit up at the idea and I curled on top of my bed and was asleep before I realised.
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I got to school and found myself playing with my necklace as I looked for Angelica. I knew that she tended to come to school early, so for once I was grateful that Cynthia forced me to be ready by half past six. Before, I never would have approached Angelica without a really good reason, like pretending to not notice her as I walked down the hall or "forgetting" where the toilet was (that only worked the first time). So now, I found myself practically shaking at the thought of speaking to her, whether from nerves or excitement. Probably both.
My True Sight was on and I was hoping I would catch a glimpse of her soul as I looked for her. She wasn't at the place she'd hung out by last year, and I had no idea where she could be. My next bet was the tuckshop, and as I walked down the first floor of the middle building, that strange feeling I only got around Shamans filled my chest. I paused and looked around, not seeing them anywhere nearby. So, I closed my eyes and opened them to my True Sight.
That feeling became stronger and more focused, and I sensed them, all three of them, on the floor above me. It was so weird to sense them like this. I couldn't describe how I knew it was them without seeing their souls. I just did. As if I had subconsciously memorized the feel of their presence. There wasn't anything specific to point out. It was just Angelica, Henry, and Monica.
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ParanormalGetting these powers changed my life. And not for the better. Now with a timer on my life ticking down to its end, I only have less than a year to master them. Mastering my powers, hiding them from my friends and family, you'd think my hands would b...