Gifted: The Revelations

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
 
When I got home, I walked through the house silently. Every little noise now made me jump. Every whisper, every creak, every little noise sound squeak rattled me to my core. The meeting had gone down worse than I had anticipated but now I knew the truth behind the creepy phone calls. The weird people following me and everything else. It was this guy Craven.
 
I wasn’t attracted to him in the least little bit. It was the fact that he went to these extreme measures to single out me and my friends to talk to us. Well to talk to me. It didn’t make me feel special. It didn’t make me feel happy or wanted or any of the above. I felt gross. I felt used. I felt dirty and I felt like I wanted to move across the country or to another country in actual fact to escape what ever is happening here.
 
I shivered at the thought of leaving but staying here now, knowing that everything I was and who I would be was now compromised I didn’t know what else to think. My mind swirled and so did the world as I laid on my bed running the events of the last few hours in my head. Everything was swirling around and around like a hypnosis tool trying to hypnotise me into believing what they were saying. My head hurt. Fire flooded my veins as laid there thinking about everything. It was like I was being pulled into a black hole
 
Falling deeper
And Deeper
And deeper
 
When I was yanked out of it by a knock at the door. Probably by one of my parents who wanted to see how I was doing. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them at the moment or their petty little tactics trying to get me on either side. I hated this and I hated the fact that my mum cheated on my dad with a creep. It was unknown yet whether or not said creep was craven. My mind stopped spinning when I went to get up but then everything else started to spin. I was now officially dizzy and done with everything as I walked to the door.
 
My voice echoing to the outside as I walked “I’ll be there in a minute. Keep your pants on would you”
 
The trek from my bed to the door seemed extreme. Everything looked stretched out like you would see in the movies. Everything was so much further away and the whole was spinning. Today just wasn’t my day I decided as I walked the long trek to make it too my door. In reality it was only a few metres but, in my head, it felt like it took a lifetime to get there. My legs felt like they weighed a hundred kilos as I got to the door. My whole body was on fire, it felt like lava had replaced my blood as I open the door looking at the person standing outside of it.
 
It was surprise that came first, before the anger. All I wanted to do right now was nap. I just wanted to sleep off the pain and the anger I was feeling but standing outside of my door was both of my parents. I rolled my eyes slowly walking back to my bed that is in far corner of my room. I finally got to lay down on my bed when I heard my fathers voice roll throughout the room and my mums straight after his.
 
“Sweetie, we are worried about you and how our divorce is effecting you”
 
“You need to stop locking yourself away and being petty”
 
Ill leave you to work out who was the nice one here. Hint: Its my dad. I know he actually cares about me because he is worried about me. That’s his worry I know he cares about me. he always is here for me. If I lost him, I don’t know what I would do. Id probably fall into the dark pit of despair that I know is at the edge of my psyche right about now. Now my mum on the other hand. Loud, noisy and hateful she was a spiteful woman who wanted to control every aspect of my being. Including my emotions and friends. She hates my current friends so I choose to ignore her.
 
So, I choose to answer my dad my voice hoarse for whatever reason “I know your worried dad but I’m doing the best I can honest. I’m just tired and want to go to sleep.” He looks at me worried and walks over to the bed putting me under the covers as he kisses my forehead. I was sick and he knew it. What he didn’t know was that the sickness was only going to get worse. I was slowly getting my abilities without succumbing to the darkness that came with it. It was taking its toll on me.
 
My fathers voice once again broke my thoughts as I was spiralling deeper into them, “Gaea… I’m going to get you some ice for your forehead and a wet cloth as well. Ill grab a basin for you to vomit into if you feel you have the need to do that.”