Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 17- Time to meet the psychic!

Heyyyyyyyy
So I never really liked the name and honestly still not a 100% but alas, also changed the cover which also not happy with.
But here's another chapter, story's going great probably not gonna meet that deadline but we won't talk about that.
So enjoy
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Well that's poop, Violent mused to herself as she read over the sentence and frowned at it. She hated when men wrote like this, but it wasn't her job to criticise or delete, only attempt to salvage. For this job all she'd been instructed to do was write notes and make suggestions, while fixing grammatical errors. Fairly simple but it was taking her a while due to the poor quality of writing.

". . . she stared at her reflection and stroked a hand down her lean stomach, the soft curves which dipped into her delicateness."

"Oh my ducking god," Violet groaned out, throwing her head back as she was forced to read this.

". . . her hand slowly trailed back up, brushing her fingertips along her voluptuous bosom, which stuck out super perfectly and was really rounded in size. They were the size of cantaloupes."

"Nope," Violet said, shutting her laptop and turning away from her chair. She was done with that for today, she would need to push through it in the next couple days to reach her deadline, but for her mental health and faith in humanity she needed to stop.

She stood up, grabbing her empty mug which had once held tea and washing it up. She watched as the suds slid off the porcelain before placing it into the drying rack. She stared around her small, cramped but meticulously neat apartment and sighed.

What else could she do today. Violet slowly began her walk around the place, going through her mental checklist of things to do.

She rode the exercise bike for half an hour. She pulled out some chicken from the freezer to defrost in time for dinner. She read a few chapters of a book. She watched a YouTube video on drawing human faces and attempted it to a failed result.

And only an hour passed.

To many people there was an obvious solution, to simply step outside of her small living space and venture into the outside lands. Yet, she could not do that. If she stepped outside, she would have to pass by people, possibly brush against them or greet them. It would be a never-ending barrage of feelings that weren't hers.

Violet wasn't normal. She'd been aware of this for twelve years, when her powers had first developed. She had learnt it was called empathy, but an extreme form which made her an empath. Violet felt what other people felt. She knew their emotions, they rushed inside her head and throbbed loudly, drowning out everything.

Emotions were rather powerful things. They screamed at you. They demanded to be felt.

It had emerged when she was going through puberty, as it seemed too often happen. The changing in the body from child to adult just liked to bring out all the nasties. Violet brushed off the onslaught of memories that threatened to crash around her. Instead she decided to brew herself another cup of tea, trying to avoid that longing to escape these walls.

She knew what would happen if she did. There would be an onslaught of emotions from other people. There was a certain distance she could stand that she didn't feel emotions, but the closer she got the worse it would be, and god forbid is she touched someone. To be honest they weren't always horrible overpowering feelings. A good majority of them were simply exhausting. Being able to truly understand what others felt was not a good thing, in fact she was often left guilt stricken due to the fact that she was intruding on their innermost feelings.

Violet could tell when there was a fake smile, she knew when people were utterly miserable, and she knew when people were deeply hurt. No matter how they tried to hide it, she felt it.