To catch up, here are the links to the following chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2




(In case you’ve never heard the song, or do not plan on listening to it.)

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clock screaming

Monsters calling my name

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story


In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)

Don’t say I’m out of touch

With this rampant chaos – your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape


Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light


Friday, February 16th, 2007

The one thing that Mary likes the best are the pep rallies, which was her only decision not to quit the cheer team to begin with.

High school sport games are the only time when Mary feels the happiest.  The good-feeling emotions out weigh the bad emotions at a game.  It seems like everyone puts away their petty problems whenever there’s a game.  That’s how Mary feels, anyway.

This week turned out to be a pretty good week for Mary.  She was worried about having a partner for her project because she didn’t want feelings to be involved.  By feelings, she didn’t want to have to go through the emotions of feeling what others are feeling.  Luckily for Mary, she was given the perfect partner.

Jeremiah is the only boy in school she can’t get a reading off of.  She doesn’t know why she can’t feel his feelings, and she doesn’t care.  The only thing she knows is she’s happy around him, much like she’s happy at pep rallies and games.  She’s mostly happy because she doesn’t have to get into the mixed emotions like how she gets around her fellow peers at school.  For her, it can be exhausting.

Some people unknowingly tend to feed off the energy of happy people.  Maybe they do realize this.  Mary knows, but even though she knows, she would like to think there is still some unknown innocence to the world.  It doesn’t matter now, she thinks to herself.  She shrugs off the little thoughts and heads to her car.  Unbeknownst to her, someone is already waiting for her by her car.  Only, it’s not just anyone; it’s Jeremiah.

Well, at least she thinks it’s him.  It’s hard to tell when you’re about a hundred-feet away from your car.  She’s guessing it’s him because she can see his pale complexion shining bright despite the street light in the parking lot being so dim.

She stops for a minute to look around, but everyone is gone now.  The parking lot is completely empty.  They must have all gone to get pizza, she thinks to herself.  She should have paid better attention to everyone leaving, but as soon as the game ended, her headphones were back in her ears.  Imaginary is the song that’s playing right now.

♪♫♪♫♪♫ In my field of paper flowers.  And candy clouds of lullaby.  I lie inside myself for hours.  And watch my purple sky fly over me. ♪♫♪♫♪♫

She turns off her MP3 player, pulls her buds out of her ears, and heads to her car where she suddenly realizes it’s not Jeremiah waiting for her, but her ex-boyfriend.  Billy “Brave” Jackson is his name.  Everyone calls him Brave; they really don’t know to call him by any other name.  Brave is the quarterback for the school’s team.  He’s the typical high-school jock, with typical high-school movie based looks.

Brave has dirty-blonde hair and light green eyes.  He has a golden tone to his skin, thanks to weekly trips to the tanning salon.  Mary should have noticed sooner that Brave was waiting for her, or at least she should have felt something from him.  As she walks closer to him, she feels his energy; he’s drunk.

She wasn’t paying close enough attention before, but she is now.  This past week, Mary’s been working on a project with Jeremiah.  The more she got to know him, the more she decided she likes him.  He’s not like the other boys at school.

Besides her not being able to read his feelings, Jeremiah seems relaxed; almost as if he feels comfortable in his own skin.  He knows how to take a serious situation and make light out of it.  She liked getting to know him, and she thought for sure he was the one waiting for her by her car, not Brave.  She’s trying to recall her conversation with him after they turned in their project.


The bell rang, and the class left.  Mary started walking down the hall when Jeremiah called out to her.

As he caught up to her he asked, “What are you doing after school today?”

“Tonight’s a big game,” she replied.  “I have to practice, and then it’s game time.  The game is home tonight.”

“Oh,” he answered.

“What?”  Mary began.  “Have you never gone to a game before?”

He looked away, sucked in a deep breath, and said in his best James Dean voice, “It’s not really my thing, you know?”

She nodded.  If anything, she understood not wanting to be there.  And yet, how could she explain that it’s one of her very few places to be that makes her happy?  The first would be in her room, the second at a game, cheering on the team, and now her new place, hanging around Jeremiah.

She gave herself a mental shake and spoke.  “Well the game starts at seven, and usually lets out around ten, ten-thirty.  Everyone’s going for pizza, but I’m just going home.”

“So crowds aren’t really your thing either, huh?”  He teased her.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” she found herself say.

The second bell rang, and she suddenly felt relieved.  Mary had only started talking to Jeremiah earlier that week.  There’s plenty of time before telling the truth of what she is.

“Catch you later,” she said as she hurried off to her next class.


Mary suddenly realized that the street light makes anyone look pale.  As tan as Brave is, he looks very pallid.  It’s only her eyes deceiving her.  She didn’t sense Brave near because she was too far away, and sometimes being drunk can block frequencies of feelings.  Well, sometimes it can, but not in Brave’s case.

Brave is completely inebriated.  She also senses he feels hurt by them breaking up.  In Mary’s defense, it was all his fault.  Every time Mary was busy, her frenemy Stacy was not.  Brave and Stacy had spent too much together and one night at a party not too long ago, Mary got a call from Stacy to come and get her because she was too drunk to drive.

It’s hard to sense feelings over the phone, and Mary is not exactly a mind reader to know the full extent of someone’s evil plans.  However, when Mary arrived at the party to pick up a drunk Stacy, she found her in a room with Brave.  Whatever doubts Mary had of a future with her and Brave were, they were all rectified the moment she saw them two together.

Mary never really said much to either one of them.  She thought it was pretty much stated that things were over between Mary and Brave.  But Brave didn’t see things that way, and that was a problem for Mary.

Brave blames that night on his drinking, but even drunk, people know what they’re doing.  Everyone thinks they can fool Mary, but you can’t truly fool an empath.  Let them believe what they want, she once told herself.  They’re the ones who will be sorry when high school is over, and the real world begins.  That’s in the near future; she has to deal with what’s right in front of her.

She thinks carefully of what to say to Brave.  To tell the truth, she feels anything she says to him will set him off.  She approaches her car and decides to stand there.  She figures to wait for him to say something.

She notices he has these weird feelings inside of him.  She prays that he would turn his emotions around, and go home to sleep.  She really doesn’t want to have a conversation with him to where no matter what she answers, it will be the wrong one.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Mary felt his mood change.  He went from feeling lustful, angered and hurt, into sleepy.  She watches on as he walks away.  Hopefully he’s heading home.  With a sigh of relief, she unlocks her car.  Just before she opens the car door, she feels a pair of eyes fixated on her.  She turns around to find Jeremiah standing before her.


Earlier that day after the second bell rang, Jeremiah noticed Mary’s ex-boyfriend Brave, staring at him.  He could read every primitive thought going on in Brave’s head.  He thinks Mary is his property and is willing to crush, possibly kill, anyone who gets in his way.

While Jeremiah could understand what Brave was thinking, he couldn’t understand the barbaric ways behind it.  Perhaps it’s because he’s still just a kid, Jeremiah thought to himself.  But then again, so is Mary, and she doesn’t think that way at all.  She seems like an old soul.

She is so kind and caring, and she has this magnetic personality to her, it would be hard to let someone like her slip through their fingers.  Not only that, Jeremiah kept on thinking, but she smells like she walked out of a fragrance bar.

Today she smelled like Vanilla.  On Monday, she smelled like lilac.  Tuesday was strawberry; Wednesday was Jasmine.  Yesterday, she smelled like cinnamon.  But her scent didn’t matter to him.  No.  Jeremiah suddenly felt like he had a strange sensation to protect her.

He knew Brave was going to show up and try to convince Mary to give him another chance.  He also knew if Mary said no to Brave, she would face some dire consequences.  So he went to the game, hiding in the shadows, but to tell the truth, he really didn’t need to protect her.

He saw Brave standing by Mary’s car, drunk out of his gourd, just as how Jeremiah saw in Brave’s mind earlier that day.  However, he didn’t expect Brave to walk away the way he did.  After reading Mary’s thoughts on how she wished Brave would go home and sleep, Jeremiah realized her powers were growing stronger by the day.


“How much did you see?”  Mary asks.

“Not much,” Jeremiah lies.  “I was meaning to get here earlier, but I had some chores to do and–”

“It’s alright,” Mary interrupts.  “I’m glad you’re here.”

“You are?”  His eyes lift up in surprise.  He didn’t even get a thought from her that even remotely showed gratitude in any way.  Maybe she’s learning how to shield herself more.

Mary surprised herself by saying that to him.  She barely knows him.  Why would she say that?  She gives herself a mental shake.

“Do you like watching old movies?”  She asks in hopes to change the subject without him expecting an answer from her.

“I love them,” he answers candidly.

“Really?”  She looks at him shocked.  Brave never liked watching old movies with her.  “Are you the kind that’s only into monster movies?”

“Au contraire,” he replies.  “I like everything.  Even silent films.”

Mary’s face lights up like a candle upon hearing his words.

“Well, there is a television in my basement,” she slowly says.  “I have this movie from nineteen-seventy-four called Young Frankenstein.  Have you ever seen it?”

“It only a classic,” he says.

“Would you like to come over and watch the movie with me?”

“Wouldn’t your parents be upset?  It is pretty late.”

“My parents and brother should be at the lake house by now.  So, what do you say?”

“Sounds good,” he answers.  He caught himself just in time.  He almost said, “It’s a date,” but luckily for him, he changed his words.

Jeremiah hopped into the car with Mary, and they headed to her house to watch the movie.


Mary has the popcorn and drinks handy for their movie-watching night.  She likes the light-hearted movies that doesn’t make her think or feel empathy.  Even though there aren’t any funny or happy movies that doesn’t have a sad moment in it, but that’s how the writers work.  They want people to know there has to be some kind of reality to all of it, even if it’s a movie about unicorns.

While she still feels something watching the movies, she feels better watching the funny comedies.  She wonders though if sometimes she feels the original emotions of what the actors were feeling at times.  She shrugs it all off as she hears the following dialogue:

Igor: Dr. Frankenstein…

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: “Fronkensteen.”

Igor: You’re putting me on.

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No, it’s pronounced “Fronkensteen.”

Igor: Do you also say “Froaderick”?

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No… “Frederick.”

Igor: Well, why isn’t it “Froaderick Fronkensteen”?

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: It isn’t; it’s “Frederick Fronkensteen.”

Igor: I see.

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: You must be Igor.

[He pronounces it ee-gor]

Igor: No, it’s pronounced “eye-gor.”

Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: But they told me it was “ee-gor.”

Igor: Well, they were wrong then, weren’t they? 

Mary’s giggling so much, she hadn’t given notice to Jeremiah staring at her.  She finally looks up and sees him.  Staring into his blue eyes, she knows he has stories to tell.  She suddenly goes from smiling, to feeling a lump in her throat.  She breaks the stare by clearing her throat as if indicating she needs a drink of water from eating all the popcorn.

She reaches down to grab a bottle of water, she opens the cap, and takes a few sips.  When she’s done, she puts the cap back on and places it back down on the ground.  When she goes to sit back to watch the movie, she notices Jeremiah is watching the movie again.

Perhaps she thought there was a moment between the two of them, but she could be wrong.  Whenever it comes to matters of her own heart, she doesn’t seem to have the best judgement.  Only time will tell where the two of them end up.


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