The sound from within

When I was 5, my family and I moved to Florida. It was a quiet village full of unusual people.

I was never told the reason we moved, but I knew that it had something to do with my gift, for I was a psychic.

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No. I didn't use a crystal.

I was a telepath, meaning that I could read other's minds. Mother and Father had always told be not to use my gift too often as it would raise too many questions from 'normal' people.

I was an obedient child, never breaking the rules that were created for my own safety. But that one rule was hard to follow.

The voices would just flood my head, never stopping.

I tried very hard to keep them under control, but to no avail.

By my 15th birthday, I could now telepathically communicate with other people. My parents eventually gave up trying to control my abilities, just telling me to stay safe.

People were always nice towards me, telling me how lucky I was to have such a great gift, but I knew that most of them were simply afraid of me. People are scared of what they do not understand.

I had made a few good friends at school, like Ellie Smith and Warren Thomson. Both of which actually accepted me for who I was.

My parents were excited when I told them about my news friends. About how they actually liked me for me, not my abilities.

But all good things have to come to an end. For some people, that end is a brunette with green eyes. A girl by the name of Jessica Swan.

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Jessica liked being above everyone else. She liked to be in control of everyone else's lives.

She also didn't like me.

She considered me a freak of nature, making it her mission to make my life living hell.

That's, when people began to turn on me. Leaving me in complete isolation.

Alone, I didn't know what to do. Their voices kept flooding my head, making me feel extremely self conscious about every part of my life.

No one said anything to me, nor did they ever touch me. It would have been great if I didn't have this freaky 'gift'. Then I realized why my parents had told me to keep it a secret. They knew that my greatest gift, could easily become the worst curse.

My 16th birthday being just around the corner when my parents got me new headphones, telling me that music would help me with everything I was going through.

So, I began using the headphones.

Silence.

The voices were filtered out by the loud music that played in my ears. My head filling with lyrics about happiness and love, instead of the usual hatred I had gotten used to.

My abilities would develop, making it harder for me to control the my telepathic communication. A simple thought could now be sent to multiple people at once. It was still a whisper, but it was enough to block out everything else that would be running through their mind.

I knew, that this could be used as a weapon against everyone who had ever wronged me. But I couldn't do that to anyone. I didn't want to control what people believed was true just because they thought poorly of me. That would be cruel.

Is what I thought before it all got worse.

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Jessica noticed that my powers were growing. I had accidnetly sent her a telepathic message saying so.

So she decided to take everything a step further: to purify me.

One day, as I was walking to school, I over heard a couple people talking about the plan they had of soaking me in gasoline to scare the 'demon' inside of me, then burn my flesh away.

It honestly shocked me that teens, of my age, could even come up with something as violent as that. But I just dismissed it as one of the 'Get rid of Amai Tenshi' plans. An extreme one at that.

A few blocks away from me, lived another psychic. But she was different. An old lady with a crystal ball and the cheesy 'Madame Florence' sign on her back door.

"Amai, sweety can you come over here for a second?" She asked me in a rather demanding tone. I could sense that she was going to give me some sort of a warning, not only because of my ability being literal mind reading, but also her vibe.

I walked over to her.

" Amai, I can sense something bad about your future." She stated in a steady voice, giving me an apologetic look before turning her head, miming for me to follow her.

" Are you going to see my future with the crystal ball?" I asked her, slightly confused.

She nodded, walking inside her house. With no real choice left, I followed her. I've always wanted to see how these kind of psychics worked. Guess it's fate.

We both sat down as she lit up a candle, closing her eyes.

She looked deep into the crystal ball, touching it slightly.

Her eyes widened, mouth opened slightly. "You need to leave this town Amai! " she practically shouted at me. " Avoid school at all costs! You wi- " she was cut off by a violent coughing fit.

I called the ambulance. She layed on the floor unconscious.

They came over, and asked me a bunch of questions about who she was. I answered them to the best of my ability. Then watched her get taken to the hospital.

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On Monday, I went to school despite her warning.

Before I could even make it there, I was stopped by 2 boys. Adam Smith and Edgar Jones. I had known them from school.

I didn't even have to wonder about what they were here to do. All I had to do was listen.

"Amai, we need your help!There is a person stuck in the garage! " is what they said.

But them constantly thinking about gasoline made me think otherwise. "Hang on, let me call the police" I said taking my phone out of my pocket.

Edgar grabbed my arm, telling me that it wasn't necessary.

I screamed.

I don't know why I screamed, but it was my first reaction. Adam had put his hands over his ears, Edgar didn't have enough time.

I felt him release my arm, so I took this as an opportunity to try and run away. Until I noticed blood coming from Edgar's ears.

Had I burst his ears? Was that even possible?

He seemed unresponsive to any sort of sounds I made. Then Adam grabbed my shoulders, but I was more focused on how silent Edgar had become. He didn't react to anything. Just stood there, with a blank look on his face.

'Edgar' I sent him a message, his eyes widening. 'Help Amai' I decided to try getting him to help me.

He ran up to Adam, punching him in the face. Did I do that? I decided to try again. 'Kick Adam. '

He did it.

I was beginning to get carried away, finally I had power over them. Then, I made my final request: 'kill him'

Edgar grabbed a pen out of his pocket, stabbing Adam in the neck, instantly killing him. I was happy. For some messed up reason, I was filled with joy! The look on Adam's face made me crave for more.

I must eliminate everyone. I MUST DO THIS!!! I began to laugh. Losing any sense of empathy.

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I rushed over to where I had been told to go.

Nothing.

I heard faint whispers, the thoughts of the idiots who even had the guts to think that they'd get away with this.

Hell no.

I screamed, like I had done last time.

No noise.

No thoughts.

Just mindless puppets that I now had ownership of.

'Kill everyone who was part of this plan' I commanded all 21 of them, climbing a tree to get a better view of my great job.

I looked around, seeing how they ganged up on each other. Jessica was attacked by 7 of them. I smiled.

Blood was everywhere, so many bodies.

I looked around, iring the view.

Then, to look less suspicious, I took out my phone and began calling the police. A nice lady answered. As I opened my mouth to tell her of the horrific scene I had stumbled across, I felt someone throw some sort of liquid on me. It smelt a lot like... gasoline.

Then, as I turned around to see who it was, a match was thrown at me.

It burnt. The pain was so bad, that my body went numb. I began to out as I recalled the one thing I did wrong. The one mistake I had made.

I told them to eliminate everyone part of that plan. That includes me, the target. With that as my last through, I ed out. Surrounded by blue flames.

Death being the cost of my mistake

#Annie