I was walking home from my job one day at the Cafe and I ran into these people in the allyway and I'm pretty sure I didn't make it out human.

I was born in Indianapolis Indiana to Cathy and James Thompson. I'm twins with Mary-Alice. I have an older sister named Bailey, and she's two years older than me. When Mary-Alice and I were five, our parents decided they didn't want us anymore. They set both of us up for adoption. The reason they did not want us was because we had abilities. I can read the thoughts of everyone and Mary-Alice could see visions of the future. Our mother wanted Bailey to have a normal life.

One lady came to our house-Kate Hopper-to adopt one of us. She chose me and since my mom didn't want either of us, after Kate took me 130 miles to her home in Corydon, she put Mary-Alice in an asylum. Kate accepted me as part of the family and loved me as much. Most of the time she forgot I could read minds-I always knew-and I was treated as a normal girl.

I started highschool and new student came into town. I didn't really care at the time. Now I'm a junior, it's October. In August word got out that I could read minds and I was quickly abandoned by all my friends. Right, before I turned 17. Nice.

I never really paid attention to anyone after my secret got out and I excelled in all my classes. I just didn't have any friends. I had a job still, they loved my even with the mind reading.

I was done working my shift tonight-I had worked double to make more money for my family-and I told May that I was going to take the money home tomorrow. I was walking through the ally as a shortcut to get home because I was really tired. I heard someone mumbled something along the lines of 'Hey that's that girl!' but I wasn't sure. That's when I noticed the five men standing in a circle looking at me.

"Hey! You! Come over here!" One man said than started laughing. When I didn't walk over there that's when they walked over to me. I was surrounded.

"Hey girl, Your the magic girl aren't you?"

"Of course she is"

I felt a sharp pierce in my back and I screamed a bloodcurdling scream. The men started to laugh.

"Keep going David!" There was another pierce. And another. I screamed, they laughed. They kept doing it I'd say about nine or ten times. There was another. So far that one hurt the most, and I could hardly breathe.

"I'm so sorry. This was not my idea. I WILL report this to the police." One man whispered to me then left with the other men.

If I had been listening to the thoughts around me I would have known better.

I want to die so bad. It hurt and I think I was stabbed right in my left lung. That's where the breathing hurt.