Title: A Hard Kind of Life
Rating: R for language
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Scott Levy, CM Punk
Summary: "See my life all changed when I woke up one morning with the startling discovery that I could hear what people were thinking, whether it was about me or someone else in the vicinity."
Notes: Written for Daily Prompt: Dream. This is an AU preternatural genre'd fic which will be based off each days daily prompt.
Warnings: Contains preternatural beings, strong language, angst and talk of government experimentation

Dreams...

They are not something I get to experience very often, but when I do it's a kind of bliss I wish were permanent.

My name is Lita, it used to be Amy Dumas but no one really knows me as that anymore.

When you live a certain kind of life, like I do, you get used to name changes. You get used to a lot of weird things that no one else could ever comprehend.

See my life all changed when I woke up one morning with the startling discovery that I could hear what people were thinking, whether it was about me or someone else in the vicinity.

I think I would have lost my sanity if it weren't for my step-brother. He knew how to deal with me and next thing I knew I was enrolled in a program for "special individuals", yeah, cause that makes me feel great about myself.

I'm real special alright.

Now where was I?

Oh right, dreaming.

The only time I don't hear what people are thinking is when I'm dreaming, it all fades away.

My brother, Scott or Raven, whatever you want to call him says it is because my subconscious is so tied up in figuring out whatever my dreams are trying to tell me that I don't have time to comprehend what other people might be thinking.

He used bigger words though, I try not to.

I don't like sounding like an arrogant narcissist with a chip on my shoulder, even if I am one a little bit.

I thank God every day we're not blood related. I would hate to have his power.

Scott can see the future, sounds fun doesn't it?

Not really, it causes him so much pain the first time it happened he vomited all over my kitchen floor. I made him clean it up.

I'm a bitch I know.

But what are you supposed to do when the government wants to poke and prod your brain because they can't even begin to understand what you're all about?

Let me tell you what you don't do.

You don't just roll over and take it, as Punk likes to say.

He's a different breed of human too, a real lone wolf.

I'm kind of in love with the bastard.

He's the one who chases all the other voices away, he's the one I dream about.

Scott says he knows what our future will be like but I told him to shut the fuck up.

I don't want to know if Punk and I will end up captured and tortured until all our secrets are spilled out, or if we'll end up happy together with 2.5 wolf cubs who can all read their friends minds and never have normal lives.

I don't need to know my future.

But you know what they say, 'The future's not near, it's here.'