Broken Meets Broken

Welcoming

       I woke up to a slight shove and quickly I ducked, getting ready for a hit but, no-hit came. I opened my eyes to the bus driver looking sad and tired said "this is your stop" he said. I slowly got up from the seat and start putting the address to the homeless shelter in my phone. I slowly walked in the direction of the shelter with music playing in the background.

It felt nice to finally relax and not look over my shoulder. I soon got to the shelter many people of all ages were there, I soon found an empty spot and set up my sleeping bag and pillow. I sat up against the wall and looked around. My thoughts didn't get far when all of a sudden many voices got louder but it seemed that nobody was talking that loud. It stopped once I took a deep breath and calmed down. I guess most people didn't hear the same thing because no one else seemed to be bothered by screams and too many voices to count. One little boy seemed to notice my discomfort though. He seemed to care about my well being if though we never meant. Ever so often he would ask "are you ok" or "are you hurting". One day I was sitting down and he came over and saw my sketchbook almost falling out of my bag and asked to see it but I felt like everything in the book was too dark or too true. That day I met my family, I met his mom, Kelly, and sister and they welcomed me with open arms. I learned that the boy's name was Eric and he was only six years old, His mom was on the young side but looked very mature but under her mask, she was the funniest person ever. Eric's sister was pretty quiet but was very helpful and encouraging.

One Month Later

I realized I was different not different looking but my genes were different. At first, I was scared to tell my family that I had powers but when I did they didn't seem scared they just accepted me and promised to help me figure out what I can do. Kelly took me to an abanded building and to try moving stuff with my mind, and little things I could move like pebbles or pipes but bigger things where very difficult to move. We also realized I could make things in my hand with my powers, I first was able to make a horse made of this red mist but I then realized I could make the horse hop off my hand at run freely around the building. This trick was then the only way Eric could sleep and get my family relaxed. Today we practiced my telekinesis and I was able to move a car about two feet off the ground and to the other side of the building. After that, though the voices came back but not so bad it was only a few voices but once I focused on one I pretty much yelled "I CAN READ MINDS"!  Eric was most excited and wanted to test it immediately, while Kelly was astounded.

"I don't know how to control when I do but when I focus on one person's mind it's like I can see their whole life,"  I said smiling I feel so happy and free

Eric suddenly blurted out multiply questions. "Guess what number I am thinking?" "What is my favorite animal?" "Wait do I have powers?" it was very funny seeing him try to make something move, it looked more like he was trying to shit but we don't "talk about it".

TW: ABUSE

After trying a few times to read Eric's mind I learned its favorite animal was a dog and he has a "little" addiction to blueberries, we went to bed. I woke up in my old bedroom with a nasty alcohol smell. I was going to get up when suddenly my dad came into my room and started screaming and running toward me. He got on the bed and started punching me, one by one harder and harder. It wouldn't stop. The bruises never lasted longer than a minute but the hits still hurt like a bitch. I woke up to me screaming but no one was near me. I looked around and saw that there were no people and the shelter looked like just steel in random places. The bricks of the building were gone and were turned to ash, so were the people. "ERIC, MOM, HAYLEY(SISTER)" I screamed but no one answered. I then heard sirens many sirens, I ran, faster than ever before. I was now scared and alone and I never worked when with fear, when I was young I would hide in a cupboard or under my bed and wait till my father left or gave up looking but I don't think the police is going to stop looking. I hid in the abandoned building where I practiced my abilities. I knew I couldn't outrun them but I knew I could try to slow them down. I stopped three feet from the entrance door of the building and focused everything on the ground and thought of a brick wall. The ground started shaking and the concrete floor started cracking, a brick wall suddenly came out of the ground, I used all my might and pushed it against the door. I was getting ready to turn around and run but two people looking astonished were already there.