The List: One

Note:

I have been writing and posting in Blogger.  I don’t get any readers at all on Blogger, and so I feel safer putting my material out there.  I will try to post more on here with my chapters.

DJ

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The Tale of Kalura Wise

ONE:  The First Day

I decide to get out of bed and go for a jog. Today, I will be jogging slowly. Some days I can jog fast and other days require me to jog slower. In any case, any form of exercise is good for me. For one thing, it puts me in a better mood so I can tolerate my day better. For another, it helps me to stay focused.

Today will be my first day back at school after being absent for such a long time. It feels like the very first time, but I know it’s not. And though I’ve been native to this place all seventeen years of my life, I know I’ll be a complete stranger in this prestigious private school my parents have me attending.

Uniforms are not required, and why should they be when parents invest thousands of dollars to a school to give their kids nothing but the best?

This school also happens to have prerequisite courses for college before even attending an actual college I might add. But I’d rather not focus on that right now.

There is a cool breeze I happen to be enjoying, which usually happens after a few days of rain fall here in Florida.

This mostly happens during the fall and winter season around here. We have no such luck during the summer months when hurricane season is at its strongest.

Unfortunately, it is so windy, you could possibly mistake this place for Brooklyn right now. It’s so windy, my thingamajig blows right off my head, causing me to stop dead in my tracks, just as the music on my iPod was getting good.

Led Zeppelin’s Dancing Days is playing in the style of STP. STP stands for Stone Temple Pilots. To tell the truth, I don’t like remakes of any kind. Let the original be known. But STP made the song work, and the only other Zeppelin remakes I like are by the Wilson sisters of the band Heart.

So there’s my thingamajig, my hat, probably lost somewhere due to the shift of the wind–heading to who knows where–when all of a sudden, my baseball cap is right in front of my eyes. I am in shock to see a pair of hands holding it for me. I am in even more shock to see a boy standing in front of me, with my hat in his hands.

I didn’t even see him. I didn’t even see anyone while I was jogging. I look up at him wondering where he came from.

10/13/14 by ©Diana Jillian

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The List: Four

Sorry, Marvin, I have no guesses!!!

Blogophilia Week 8.9 Topic:
Shadows of Light

Two Points:
Include an Aphrodisiac

One Point:
Include Silver Bells

Bonus Pic:

The Polar Express?  What?  I’m not very good at this!

To catch up:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 4:

“What?”  Cristi begins.  “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a guy into you before.”

“I’ve been homeschooled,” I answer honestly with her.  “I wouldn’t even know how to tell if a guy is into me.  Besides, I have other plans, and a guy is just not on my list.”

“You have a list?”  She asks.  “Like a bucket list.”  There’s that word again.  “I thought only old people did those things.”

“And very young people who have trouble focusing, and need a list to create in order to fulfill their dreams,” I interject.

“Hmm, yeah.  I guess I never thought of it that way.  How long have you been making a list?”

“Since I’ve been homeschooled,” I answer.  I really don’t know how else to answer that.  I just woke up one day, and decided that a list needed to be made.

“So, then, tell me,” she pauses.  “What’s first on your list?”

I go to speak when she interrupts.  “Oh, my God!  That is so rude of me!  I don’t know why I even asked that.  It’s none of my business at all.”

“It’s okay.  It’s not that big of a deal.  The first thing on my list is to live my life like any normal teenager would.  I want to experience the high school life.  That means dances and after school programs.  Today I was thinking about trying out for the cheerleading team.”

“Oh my! That sounds so cool!  I’ve never thought about doing something like that before.  Do you mind if I try out with you?”

I shrug.  “Sure.”  I look at my schedule.  “I have Chemistry in room two twenty-four, do you know where that is?”

“Yes,” she seems sad.  “It’s just three doors down, to the right.  I have to make up some algebra classes, and I think this is where we part ways.  What period do you have lunch?”

I look at my schedule.  “Um, I am free fifth period.”

“Okay then I’ll see you in the cafeteria.”

“Sounds good,” I say.

We part ways, and just before I reach the door to the classroom, I hear someone mention the word aphrodisiac.  That’s a rather strange word for someone to say.  I don’t want to look to see who’s talking, but I can’t help myself.  I can feel someone staring at me again.  Please don’t let it be Xander.

I look up, and it is him.  I wonder how much he heard me say to his sister.  Our eyes lock for a brief moment.  But in that brief moment, it felt like an eternity.  I stared right into his blue-green eyes.  I didn’t notice that this morning on my jog.  Then again, it was still dark out when I went jogging.

I go to hand my teacher my schedule.  She looks at it and smiles at me.  “Welcome to the class, Kalura.  Is there a nickname you go by?”

I guess Kalura is just so strange, people feel funny saying it.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to explain my name to people.  Who knew a name with six-letters, and three syllables, would be so confusing?

I smile back at her.  “Some call me Kallie with a K,” I reply.

“Welcome to our school, Kallie.  Have a seat, and we’ll begin when the bell rings.”

The school bell rings and sounds like there’s a guy in a Santa suit, jingling silver bells.  It’s kind of a funny sound.  I don’t know if I should go to class, or to find Santa to donate money.  I shrug it off once I notice the lights are out and we’re about to watch a scientific movie on chemistry.

The only shadows of light I see are coming from the movie screen, and the window.  I take out my notebook from my backpack to write some notes on what is being said in the movie.  That is how I learn the best.

The documentary is comparing chemistry to people.  In some cases, while people are opposite, they tend to attract each other–and in other cases, they tend to be the polar opposites, much like magnets, or chemicals you combine.  The right chemicals will create something beautiful, and the wrong ones could possibly burst.

I don’t really know that much about life.  To me, this is all just the beginning.

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DJ

13

Yeah, I’m pretty bad at posting these things on here.  I go to Blogger because formatting is easier than WP.  However, WP is the more popular of the blogs……I’ll shut up now! ^_^

 

 

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CHAPTER 13

THE EMPATH:  THIRTEEN

In the vast of the unknown
Lies some stories untold
One you’d think made up
But then the story unfolds

And if you look deep
You will soon see
The truth that shows
What is meant to be

12/5/15 ©Diana Jillian

Date:  Irrelevant (In an unknown realm)

Mary finds herself welcoming the kiss.  She feels as though she’s riding on a roller coaster.  The part of the roller coaster where you’re going down; butterflies are swirling around in her tummy.  That’s how roller coasters make you feel.  They make you anxious as you go up, and they make you flutter as you go down.  The only true time you can truly breathe is when the ride is finally over.  It gives you time to reflect on whether or not you’ve enjoyed the ride.

In Mary’s case, she’s enjoying the ride, or at least her emotions are.  She likes to use her brain more than her heart.  That floating feeling is now coming in for a landing.  It’s all starting to crash down.  Why is she kissing this person?  She doesn’t even know him.  This is all too strange for her.  Perhaps this is a dream after all.

We watch our sweet dreams fly, she hears the Harry Chapin song Dreams Go By playing in her ears.  It must be a sign I’m dreaming, she thinks.  She didn’t even remember putting her headphones on, let alone having a Harry Chapin song playing in her MP3 player.

Within seconds, Mary opens her eyes, and pushes her kissing stranger away.  Perhaps she’s pushed him too far.  He has fallen by the tree, and appears to be knocked out.

**

Jeremiah was forewarned by Mallory–Mary’s mom–that Mary might not remember right away, but a leap of faith needed to be made.

The purpose of our lives is to be happy,” Mallory told him.  “We need to get out of this manifested world.”

“And what if it doesn’t work?”  Jeremiah asked.  “What if she never remembers?”

“That’s where the leap of faith comes in,” she reminded him.  “Besides, it’s our only hope.”

Jeremiah nodded silently.  He had never been known to have felt defeated except for the one time before he turned into a vampire.

“And remember,” she spoke again, interrupting his reverie.  “True love’s kiss is not like the fairy tales.  It could take minutes or hours for a spell to break.

He left her and manifested himself to where Mary was at.  He took that leap of faith.

**

Mary looks at the unconscious young man lying under the tree.  She doesn’t understand why she’s tearing up over pushing him off of her.  And out of nowhere it all comes back to her.

It was like her life was being lived in black and white until this boy came along, splashing color into her world.  She remembers how they got onto the island.  She remembers meeting the all powerful Chartreuse–who happens to be Penny’s sister and Mary’s great-aunt–And she remembers Chartreuse casting a memory-erasing spell on her.

It never erased all of her memories; it only erased her memories of the past six months.  Memories of Jeremiah were gone.  The only boy that Mary ever liked.  She couldn’t feel his emotions like she could with everyone else, and that’s what attracted her to him.  But it was more than that.

While she couldn’t feel his emotions, she always knew he was real.  He was sincere.  Whether you have powers or not, instinct never goes away.

She realizes what she has done.  She has hurt the only boy she’s ever liked, and perhaps she’s in love with him.

Tears start streaming down her cheeks as she runs over to him under the tree.  She kneels down beside him, gently lifts his head, and cradles his backside over her legs.

“Jeremiah,” she sobs.  “I am so sorry.  I never meant to hurt you.”  She leans down to kiss him on his forehead.

“It’s going to take a lot more than pushing me into a tree to hurt me,” he responds.  He sits himself up and faces her.

“I really am sorry,” she says.

He takes his hand and wipes the tears from her face.  “Don’t be,” he replies.  “I guess it’s true when they say, ‘love hurts.'”

She gives a little laugh.  Jeremiah always knew how to make her laugh.

“I suppose we should get going,” he says.

Mary looks around her.  She notices how the sky is always changing different shades of blue.  They shift from periwinkle to an almost amethyst color, and then from a denim color, to a pale blue color.  She looks back at Jeremiah.

“We’re in a manifestation world, aren’t we?”  She asks.

He nods.

“Then we have time,” she smiles.  “Can we stay here a bit longer?”

“As long as you promise not to hurt me,” Jeremiah gives a laugh.

She laughs and looks away from him.  She turns to say something to him, but his lips have already met with hers.  She wraps her arms around him.

***

Written by ©Diana Jillian

Story

I’ve been writing over at I Think I Can Write because…just because….And blogger…Just because…

Eh, I’m just winging it.  I need to get this done as I have yet another busy week ahead of me.  *sigh*

To catch up, here are the links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

And now…

THE EMPATH

CHAPTER VII:

NEITHER HERE, NOR THERE

Saturday, June 20, 1987

Mary recalls the events that has lead up to today.  Sure she enjoys being a cheerleader and going to pep rallies, but she was always planning on not going to prom due to the emotions all around her.

Dances are nothing like pep rallies.  During pep rallies, all is forgotten as you’re cheering on your team.  Dances are filled with all kinds of mixed emotions.  Prom is ten times worse in Mary’s mind because of all the hormonal energies that senior students tend to have.

Some students are eighteen or nineteen.  Some are still seventeen, waiting to turn eighteen in the summer or fall.  And yet, these teenagers feel awkward and can’t open up until they drink alcohol of some sort.

She definitely was dreading prom, but Ingrid–her mother–assured her this prom was going to be different than all the rest.

“The prom theme is the early sixties.  You know, like the Frankie and Annette era.  Trust me, it won’t be those puffy dresses you’ve been dreading about.”

“How do,” Mary paused mid-sentence.  She realized then knowing too much could jeopardize the future.  She was only there to find out why Stacy put her there.

“Just out of curiosity,” Ingrid began.  “How many times have you traveled into the past?”

“This would be my first.”  Mary was starting to feel a little bit worried.

“Without going into too much detail,” Ingrid continues.  “Your name here is Margaret Daniels.”

“Okay,” Mary said with hesitation.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.  Jeremiah–after having explained to him when he woke up on the couch what was going on–was standing behind the door.  Mary noticed he was dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black Converse sneakers.

“And you,” Ingrid turned to Jeremiah.  “Your name is Jonathan.”  He nodded at her words.

At that moment, Mary felt like her head was going to fall off.  So much was starting to make sense, but she had to push this all aside.  She had a mission, and she had to find out fast what was going on and why.  She needed to get back to her time.

Ingrid smiled and changed the subject.  “This will be easy for the both of you.  Mary, you are my cousin and Jeremiah is your boyfriend.  It’s plain and simple.”  She paused to think up her next set of words carefully.  “It’ll be like taking a random walk through life.  Don’t think about it all cause you’ll just get dizzy.  Just think of it as a game.  Just play the game.”

School came and gone.  Before they knew it, the three of them were getting dressed for prom.

****

Mary agreed to wearing a pink and black tulle dress with a sweetheart neckline.  She has her hair half back, and a set of pearls around her neck.  Ingrid decided to doll Mary up with classic red lipstick.  Mary doesn’t usually wear too much makeup as she doesn’t like to draw attention to herself, but for prom, Ingrid insisted upon it.

Mary didn’t argue with her.  Besides, she noticed the color red made her lips look like they were somewhat there, and not little like they normally appear.  But none of that matters now.  What matters now is how Jeremiah is staring at her as the nineteen sixty-one song, “The Way You Look Tonight” by the Lettermen is playing.

“Would you like to dance?”  Jeremiah asks Mary.

She smiles and takes his hand as he leads her to the dance floor.

♪♫Some day, when I’m awfully low

And the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight♪♫

“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love,” Jeremiah says lowly as he quotes Mother Teresa.

“What?”  Mary asks.  She’s having a hard time hearing anything over the music.

“Nothing,” he says a bit louder.  “I was just saying how nice you look tonight.”

She just stares at him.  She never knows what his true emotions are.

“Not that you look bad any other day,” he quickly speaks, interrupting her thoughts.  “You always look great.  I just mean,” he pauses for a moment to gather his words.

She smiles at him.  She’s never heard him get tongue-tied before.  “It’s alright,” she quickly answers before he can speak any further.  “I understand what you’re saying.  You look nice too.”

Jeremiah is wearing a black suit.  The bottom of his pants are cuffed, and you can see his sneakers.  He wore sneakers because upon reading everyone’s minds, he was listening to the thoughts of the guys, and they all decided on wearing Converse.  He didn’t want to show he wasn’t from their era.

He gives himself a mental shake and swallows at what he’s about to do.  He gently brushes Mary’s cheek and is about to kiss her when suddenly Mary turns around.

Jeremiah doesn’t need to ask Mary what’s wrong.  He can hear her thoughts.  She feels a set of eyes on her.

As she looks around to focus in, she finds the pair of eyes that are greeting her.  It’s Brave, her ex-boyfriend, but how?

****

THE EMPATH: FOUR

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

THE EMPATH

FOUR

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Mary hasn’t had a wink of sleep yet.  She had a fabulous time last night, watching a movie with Jeremiah.  Once the night ended, her mind felt wound up a bit.  She needed to know more about her family tree.  She especially wanted to know more on the history of the women in her family.  Surely there had to have been old family journals lying around somewhere.

This house that Mary resides in has been passed down through generations.  The house was the first house built in this town.  It was built sometime in the nineteenth century.  People wouldn’t come to discover this town until at least a century later.

Of course with old houses, comes fixing up the house, as well as many old secret hiding places.  The basement is big enough to keep a washer and dryer there; to have a couch and a television down there; and there is a hole in the wall where the boiler room is.  Mary is bound to find something one way or another.

Entering into the hole of the basement before the boiler room, Mary turns on the light.  Why am I doing this?  Mary asks herself in thought.  Then she recalled what happened just as the movie ended and Jeremiah left.  She felt a strange sensation.

The sensation she felt was so strong, it practically overpowered her.  There’s a feeling nagging at her to find something.  She doesn’t know what she’s looking for, but she will know once she sees it.  Hours have passed, and she’s still digging through shelves and books to see if something will appear.  Something.  Anything.  It has to be here somewhere, she thinks.  As she puts the last book back on the shelf, she hears a hollow sound against the wall.

She gasps in hopes this is a secret passage of some sort.  She carefully pulls all the books off the shelf, and starts knocking on the wall to see if she can find that hollow spot again.  Surely there has to be an opening somewhere.  She is so tired and dizzy she loses her composure a bit, and accidentally pushes into the wall.  Suddenly the wall opens up.

She notices it’s a hidden shelf, as wide as the opening space the shelves leave on the wall.  She starts digging through and pulls out a book.  It reads:

The Women of History

That is so strange, she thinks.  Mary is wondering if she can conjure things, but she knows it’s impossible, or is it?  She’s never really known much about her family being able to conjure.  Telekinesis, empathy, and casting spells are the only thing she’s pretty much sure runs in her family.  She casts this out of her mind, and decides to look inside the book.

Inside the book, she finds names of her ancestors.  She notices they don’t have last names, but rather faked their last names.  Usually only royalty or rock stars don’t use a last name.  One name in the book is said to be her great-grandmother.  Her name was Mabel Sunshine.  What a funny name, she thought considering a name like Sunshine was more of a nineteen-sixties hippie name.  She continues looking and turns the page.

As she turns the page, a photo falls out of the book.  She bends down to pick it up, and suddenly she is singing the Time Warp song.

♪♫With a bit of a mind flip

You’re into a time slip

And nothing can ever be the same

You’re spaced out on sensation

Like you’re under sedation

Let’s do the time warp again♪♫

“This can’t be!”  She exclaims to no one.  Suddenly she feels hot and sweaty.  She feels almost as if she’s walking a tightrope, but instead of a tightrope, it’s a worn out clothesline.  She decides to call Jeremiah and have him come over.

When he arrives, he sees what is inside her head.  Feeling disbelief, he follows her down to the basement where they look at the picture together.

She’s staring at a young girl, seventeen years of age, with light blonde hair set in curls, and big brown eyes.  She’s happy in this picture, and it looks like she’s at a dance of some sort.  Mary is very much into fashion and recognizes the dress and hair-sprayed hair is definitely a look from the late nineteen-eighties, to possibly the early nineteen-nineties.  The girl in the picture is Mary.

She would recognize her own face, and perhaps she can understand if she was there to take the picture, but she knows she wasn’t there.  And then there was the guy standing next to her in the picture.  She feels like she’s been thrown into the wolves den or something.  The guy in the picture is definitely Jeremiah.

“That’s me,” he says.  “But it can’t be.  I was somewhere else during that prom.”

Mary is taken aback.  She stares at him with wide eyes.  “You went to prom twenty years ago?”

“Surely you must have known,” he replies.  “I know you thought I was Jonathan for a brief moment.  I don’t know how you knew, but I am Jonathan Thompson.”

“Wait,” Mary interrupts.  “You’ve been reading my mind?”

“At times,” he admits.  “But sometimes your shield is up and I can’t always read your mind.”

Mary shakes her head in disbelief.  “So you’re telling me you’re like me?  You’re a gypsy too?  Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

Jeremiah is in thinking mode.  He is trying to find a way to carefully explain to Mary what he wants to say.  Mary waits patiently for him to speak.

“I was once like you,” he finally speaks.  “But then an accident happened, and now I’m,” he pauses.  “Different.”

“What do you mean by ‘different’?  She raises an eyebrow.

“I think you already know,” he answers.

She doesn’t say anything more about it.  She changes the subject.  “And what about that girl in the picture?  Was there another girl that looked like me out there?  Is that why you’ve taken an interest in me?”

“I really don’t know anything about that picture,” he answers candidly.  “I have never seen another face like yours until a few months ago when I first saw you.”

“A few months ago,” she whispers.  “That’s when you were new to school.”

“Yes,” he answers.

“How come you never spoke to me before then?”

“The opportunity never came up until assignment day,” he confesses.

“How did you even know I would be paired up with you?”

“I set it up that way.”

“How?”

“I think you know how,” he replies.

She shakes her head.  “Why do you keep saying that?”

♪♫And if I say to you tomorrow

Take my hand child, come with me

It’s to a castle I will take you

Where what’s to be, they say will be

♪♫Catch the wind

See us spin

Sail away

Leave today

Way up high

In the sky

♪♫But the wind won’t blow

You really shouldn’t go

It only goes to show

That you will be mine

By taking our time♪♫

Mary rapidly opens her eyes, and she realizes she’s in her bed.  Her headphones are in her ears, and she is now aware the song What Is And What Should Never Be by Led Zeppelin is playing.  She removes the headphones, and knows she was just dreaming.

There’s no way Jeremiah could be the dead back to life, could it?  All these thoughts swirl around Mary’s head as she gets out of bed, and heads to the shower.

THE EMPATH: THREE

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

THE EMPATH

THREE

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LYRICS:

(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

[Chorus:]

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

[Chorus]

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.

THE EMPATH: TWO

THE EMPATH:

Chapter 1

THE EMPATH

TWO

By ©Diana Jillian

Monday, February 12th, 2007  18:00

Mary turns to walk away.  Not because of what he feels–because she can’t feel his feelings–but because of her embarrassment.  How in the world did he know she would be hiding out behind the library building?

He gently grabs her by the shoulder to turn her around.  She doesn’t bother to look up.

He says, “‘Fear is the path to the dark side.  Fear leads to anger.  Anger leads to hate.  Hate leads to suffering.'”

Out of nowhere, Mary bursts out laughing.  “Quoting Yoda,” she finally says.  She looks up at his face for the first time, and notices his smile.  She’s never seen him smile before.

He has a straight, white, perfect smile.  Almost too perfect in her mind.  Perhaps he had braces before.  Whatever it was about his smile, it shows character; a kind character about him.  She felt as if she could trust him somehow, but this is their first time meeting–in person, that is–it’ll take a long time before she can feel that bond with him.

Love on the rocks/Ain’t no surprise/Pour me a drink, and I’ll tell you some lies/Got nothing to lose,/So you sing the blues, all the time

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Realizing she still has her earbuds in her ears, she pulls them out.  She didn’t remember adding Neil Diamond to her collection, but anything is possible with her.  It could have been a mix-up and had been added after Phobia by Breaking Benjamin was added.  That has been known to happen before.

Jeremiah watches as Mary pulls those headphones off and looks down.  He knows what’s going on, but doesn’t want to let her know.  He doesn’t want to risk freaking her out any more than she already is.

Breathe in, breathe out, he thinks to himself.  He doesn’t want to come off as some kind of monster like King Kong, or even an ancient sea monster like a leviathan.  She can’t know yet that he’s like her, only he can read minds.  He finds her thoughts intriguing.

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She doesn’t think like the rest of her peers.  She thinks in manners that seem like she doesn’t belong in this decade.  Perhaps the nineteen-twenties, maybe.  While other girls her age are thinking about being popular, Mary is thinking about traveling for a while.

He gives himself a mental shake and proceeds to speak, “Is everything alright?”

Mary looks up at him and smiles.  She feels the library is pretty quiet now.

“Yeah,” she answers.  “Let’s go inside to work on our project.”