Gifted

Chapter Sixteen

The desk drawer was wide open; some of my homework lay spilled on the floor. My comforter was also crumpled up and tossed carelessly. Clothes were pulled from their hangers, and now lay in a heap at the bottom of my closet. There were t-shirts hanging from my half opened dresser drawers. A quick check of the bathroom proved the intruder had ransacked there as well. My makeup was now strewn across the counter, a broken bottle of foundation spilled onto the floor.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I jumped at a figure standing in the middle of the room.

"What the hell happened here?" Chase asked. I let out a sigh of relief and clutched my chest.

"I have no idea!" I kicked the comforter angrily. "I found it like this."

"It was just like this when you got here?"

"Yeah." I remembered the tingle. "Someone Gifted was here!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"I thought it was you waiting for me, but when I opened the door; there was no one here."

Chase furrowed his eyebrows deep in thought, and I surveyed my room. I concentrated hard on cleaning it and opened my eyes to see the comforter replace itself on my bed, and the clothes start to put themselves away. Chase just stared enviously.

"So not fair," he said as he headed to the window. "I'm going to call my parents and check with the Council. Maybe they've sent someone to talk to you."

"Why would they go through my things?" My last open drawer snapped shut.

He shrugged. "You're right. It wouldn't hurt to see if they know of anyone else in the area though." He had a leg out the window. "I'll do a quick scan of the campus to see if I can feel anyone around still." He hopped out of the window easily.

I sat down on my bed tentatively, now I felt scared in my own room. Someone had been here, in my room, going through my things. What if they came back while I was here?

I glanced at the alarm clock to confirm I was already too late for French. I sat down at my desk and pulled my laptop out. I emailed my French and Trig teachers explaining I had the stomach flu and asked them to email me anything I missed. Pulling up the internet, I typed 'deaths' in the search field along with the date I went into the hospital from my blackout. I quickly realized without knowing what town my soul mate was in, it was no use. Way too many people pulled up for me to go through in one day.

I tried searching my birth date and his date of death. If Chase was right he should have the same birthday as me or at least close. Toward the bottom of the search it listed an obituary for a 17 year old. Rylan Douglas Theriaut. There was no picture. Could this possibly be him? I saved the page as a favorite and searched his name next. There was an essay he submitted for a Young Authors contest in elementary school, a class roster for his High School. Finally, there was a listing for a Facebook page. I clicked the link and was staring at someone so beautiful it made my heart break. His amber eyes were enough to spill the tears that were building up in my eyes.