𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦// 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐂

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢

Rachel's POV

When I came to consciousness I felt my head move and hands twitch. My eyes opened a little and I saw my family sitting by my side. I felt dad grab my hand.

"D-Dad?" I said weakly as I looked around some more. "M..Mom?....Jake?"

I saw them look at me, their eyes meeting mine and I faintly saw their smiles. I knew I was alive then, when I felt the morphine starting to wear off and I winced. But how was I alive? My eyes filled up with tears my vision getting more blurry as I started crying. It's been so long since I saw their faces. I felt my brother's hand touch mind and my mothers.

"Shh shhh. Baby it's ok...we're here." I heard my mother say as she touched my cheek.

I nodded, my eyes still wandering and I saw Aaron looking at me. A faint but hard smile plastered on his face. I gave him a faint smile back and looked away and back to my family. I slowly recovered and when I was able to talk I told the police who arrived from Chicago and New York what happened to me those six months. How I was raped and was used for sex in trade of money. I saw my parents cry and my brother too. I watched them as they stepped out of the room and down the hallway, only brought back when the police asked me questions.

~"How could I have let this happen?" "It's not your fault dad. I'm the one who takes care of her. I should have protected her more." "But I'm the one who can't stick a job and maybe if I stopped stealing...maybe I could've been there to take care of her."~

I could hear them talking, almost clear as day. But how? They were all the way down the hall. I just figured it was them talking real loudly and I just responded.

~"It was none of your faults. I understand that you, mom and dad, make the money. And Jake don't press yourself too hard by taking care of me. Me being taken has nothing to do with your parenting skills or how you raised me."~

"Miss Rachel." I heard one of the officers say and I snapped out of some sort of trance, looking at them.

"We are done with the questions. Now you rest." I nodded and Aaron escorted them out.

"Thank y-you." I stuttered. 

That's when I realized that I didn't respond to my parents and brother. But I heard myself talk to them. They came into the room and looked shocked. I looked at them, questioning what the hell just happened. 

"I heard you guys talking out there. You guys are really loud."

"Uhh sis...we were whispering. And we were down the hall. And then we heard you respond...but inside our heads. Like telepathically." My brother told me.

"I-wh-huh?"

My dad had his head in his hands and groaned a little. We all looked at him. He looked up and looked at mom and Jake before looking at me.

"Ray...you remember being shot in the head right?"

I was taken aback by my father's question. Of course I remember being shot in the head! Who wouldn't remember being shot, let alone in the head. I nodded.

"Well...somehow you survived. Obviously. When the doctor informed us about you being in surgery he said that your brain was mending itself. Like there was some sort of energy doing it."

"And you think that has something to do with hearing you guys and responding...I guess in your heads?"

"I think you got into our heads without knowing it sweetie and heard our conversation." My mother took a deep breath and furrowed her brow, before her voice dropping to a whisper as Aaron was coming back to the room. "I think you have powers."

"Powers?! I have p-" my parents cut me off as Aaron stepped in.

"Everything alright?" He questioned, looking at us confused.

We all nodded. 

Me? Powers? Impossible.