The Truth

One night I was walking in the park in the just to work off steam that had gathered during a long day at school, arguing with my parents, just because my grades were low, and tying to get my psychic powers under hand. Well ok tying to my powers isn't really one of the problems but it takes a lot of energy out of me just tying to move stuff around.

I can do other things then just move stuff. Like I can see dead people, see the future, feel different energy around me, read peoples minds, which is very hard to do and takes lots of energy out of me, or I'm really good at reading people, but anyone can do that. They just need more practice.

I'm the only psychic in my family which really sucks because no one can help me control my powers. But the biggest problem is that my parents don't know I'm psychic, because if they did they'd probably just lock me up in the crazy house. That's because my parents are in this religion called The Light. And I don't even think it's a real religion. I think that someone made it up just because they were bored. And the reason I think that is because I looked it up on the internet and all I got was that the light is what lets us see, like the light from the sun, you know that kind of light, the light we use everyday. Well I did get this one that looked like it might have been what I was looking for. It was about how this religion that got started and became one of the most followed religions. That's when I knew I was looking at the wrong one because no ones heard of The Light. The other thing that tipped me off that I was reading the wrong thing was that the article said that that religion was all about accepting one another for who they were and not caring that they were different. Which is the complete opposite from The Light. Because The Lightonly cares about there appearances and the appearances of others. If you don't hold you yourself a proper way that means that you an outsider. I think it just pathetic.

If anyone in that religion fond out that I was psychic then I'm not sure what they might possibly do. I mean it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. And I did shiver even though it was around eighty degrees out here, with high humidity.

I glanced down at my watch, it read eleven-forty one PM. I guess its time for me to head back, I thought with a deep sigh. Even though I know I should head back for home I get a strange feeling that something is watching me. I start to panic because I don't know where this person is, but then for some reason I start feeling a very comforting atmosphere that I just want to stay in forever.

I look around but all I see is the trees around me. I have no idea what's happing but even if I do want to stay in that comforting atmosphere I needed to leave and fast.

I start walking before I can arguer with the part of me that wanted to stay, that even as I continue walking is telling me to stop.

When I was close to the park parking lot that strange feeling just disappeared, along with that comforting feeling. I guess what ever was following me finally left, probably to look for some real food.

I was turning the corner that would lead me to my super secret shortcut that nobody knows about except for me. I usually use it for when I'm running late for school. I fond it when I just moved here and was being chased by a dog when I was around four or five years old. And it's also been my little house that I spend most of my time there. All it is, is a very small house that's hid in a bunch of vines behind a old abounded house. The old house is were I practice my psychic powers, but just with the moving objects or talking to dead people. The little house in the back haw a back door to which would lead me onto my street.

I was walking by the side of the old house, when I heard

"Hell" I jumped because at first I thought the voice was talking about the bad hell, but then I remembered that some people call me "hell'' sort for "Helena". I looked around to see who called me, but no one was there. I started walking again,

"Hell" I heard my name again but this time it was in a soft whisper, like how on movies and books when someone loves a person and they whisperer the one they loves name, I looked up at the house and saw that the second story window on the side that I was standing was open. Weird, I've never opened any of the windows before. Maybe one of the ghost that lived here did it, I considered.

There was ere howl in the distance. That's weird I've never heard a howl before, but then again I just moved here