chapter 5

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Andrew p.o.v

Denial

I think that's the best word to describe how i'm feeling.

At first it sounded pretty simple to me, Emily has super natural powers. That was it. After he told me that i didn't even really think much of it, he must of been crazy i thought. But i can't deny it anymore now that i have seen it with my own eyes.

Now that i find myself alone in my room, staring at the ceiling, i start to question if any of this is real. (I know it's rude to stare, but i bet the ceiling doesn't mind, it also helps me think, and i really need to think)

 So have you finished thinking?

The low raspy familiar voice that has been haunting my head for days says. As always the sound isn't coming from anywhere in particular, its just kind of coming from everywhere at the same time...

- What? you can read minds too?

I ask out loud into the open. I'm not sure that it can hear if i talk inside my head, and i have already given up on trying to ignore it.

I can do a lot of things, but reading minds is not one of them, i just observe.

- Great, can't you observe that i don't want anything to do with you?

 Be careful with how you speak to me boy, I can end you in seconds.

- Look, i don't know if you have noticed but i don't understand shit your saying! The only thing i know is that you and Emily can do some freaky stuff, and i don't really get that either! So what the hell do you want from me??

At this point i'm shouting at it (well, more like shouting at the wall).

The sound of high pitch screams rings in my ear. the sound is almost unbearable, but i know he wont do anything to me i know he needs me, i don't quite understand why, but he has been very straight forward about that.

 How can you not know what i'm talking about?

- How can i know? Please leave me alone! get out of my head! i don't know anything. Please

 It seems there is something wrong here.

yeah, no shit. This guy is like a curse, he just keeps following me, constantly whispering in my head.

- Sure, lets start by you coming uninvited to my room, or more like my head, witch even more private and creepy. and then lets move on to, who the hell are you and why are you talking to me?

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Emily p.o.v

I know what happened yesterday. Be careful, they are already looking for you.

Its already morning and my parents have already left. I wasn't hard convincing them that i had a headache and just wanted to stay at home.

I keep rereading the letter, maybe if I reread enough times something might click in my mind and this will all make sense. 

who could have written this? my first thought was that it was probably Andrew playing a prank on me, but there's no way he could write this elegantly, especially with ink, i bet he couldn't even open the pot of ink without spilling everything over the paper. Maybe he asked someone to do it for him.

I hear the doorbell ring and without thinking twice i open it to reveal Andrew on the other side. I should have looked throw the door whole.

- Did you write this?! its not funny! I'm already scared enough as it is!

I say showing him the sheet of paper. By the way his examining it with curious eyes i can see that it wasn't him, but who else could it be? His the only one that knows about this.

- What exactly happened yesterday?

He asked walking inside the house. 

And so, I tell him everything that happened. i don't care that i hate him, i know i need to talk to someone and i cant let anyone else know.

- It was definitely the sea shell

- Yeah, i kind of figured that much out.

- Did you not come to the beach today because of the letter?

- No, actually i found the letter after i decided not to go, i'm afraid ill do something with the water. Everyone would know, it would be very confusing, and i might end up appearing on those 'people with real super powers' or 'magic exists' YouTube videos, it would get viral and my life would be ruined.

- I guess that makes sense. What are you going to do then?

- I'm not sure yet... I won't be going to the beach until they go away or I learn to control them.

the room falls silent, i would say awkward but we just don't talk a lot of the time so i'm used to it.

- Emily, how do you feel?

He asks, almost like a whisper with an uncertain tone.

For some reason, this warms my heart, i don't remember the last time Andrew asked me how i was feeling unless i was sick or injured. a part of me is happy he did.

- Overwhelmed. I mean, what does this mean exactly? Am i some long lost princess? Or was this random or by mistake?

- Your definitely not a princess

- i have to agree with that...

- Have you tried experimenting with them?

- No...

- Then lets do it.

He said cutting me off. 

- tonight, meet me at the stairs to the beach, were going to where it all started.


Hello there, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This is the first of many 'Andrew's p.o.v'! If you would like me to also try doing points of view from other characters in the future leave a comment down bellow!


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