Clairaudient and Clairvoyant
Chapter One: Finding Out
"Holy fuck," I said to myself after I saw a vision of my best friend being hit by a car. We were walking to school on rainy, Seattle, Monday morning. Shelby and I lived only ten minutes away from Wellmont High, so we walked everyday. Sometimes my mother would give us a ride, but we prefered to walk because we just enjoyed the nature so much.
I didn't think much of it, although it had happened a few times in the last week, starting last Tuesday to be exact. But, I continued to walk with her trying to shake it off. The things had been true. When we were supposed to come to a stop, Shelby continued to walk straight into traffic as she was determined to finish a story she was telling me, so determined Shelby became distracted.
"Fuck! Shell, look out!" I yelled at her, jerking my tall friend back by her arm.
"Whoa!" she said almost falling on her clumsy ass. "That was close, thanks, Cat," she added almost breathless. Shock was probably settling into her.
"Just be careful, ok?"
"Ok, I'll try. It was almost like you knew though. That's been going on a lot with you lately."
"Ahh!" I cried out covering my ears dropping to my knees. It was so excruciatingly loud that I couldn't even stand! Pain sending waves through my head, creating a deadly sound. "Don't you hear that," I said, looking at my unaffected friend.
"Dude, what the hell. We're getting you home." she said trying to turn me around. The noise was a truck-like sound. But, there was no truck around. I didn't understand it until I heard the same noise at a normal level driving down the street, passing us.
"No… It's ok now… Let's just go to school. We don't want to be late." I said taking my hands off my ears, getting up from the ground as I was sitting on my knees.
"You sure, Caterina?" she asked. Although I wasn't ok, I was flipping shit and confused as fuck, but I gave the same bland answer any nerd would give not wanting to miss school.
"Yeah, Shelby. I'm fine."
She gave me a sideways look, but knowing she couldn't force me, we walked the rest of the five minutes to school.
Once at school, we went to the bathroom at eight-forty-five am, giving us enough time to freshen up and go to class, I went to wash my hands; being the germaphobe I am. Shelby fixed some of her makeup; her being perfect, flawless, and pretty.
Although I'm not the shit like Shelby, the popular one, I liked to think I'm ok looking on the pretty scale. I know I'm not fugly, but I'm not a barbie unlike some of the girls here.
Shelby's hair is golden blonde, mine is night black. Her skin tone being olive and mine being fair, we both lacked acne though. We differed in eye color as well; her's being hazle; mine, a bluish-grey. She is five foot' eight, while I stand at an even five foot' five. Shelby is the thin kind of tall, being a runner, her form is often envied. But, I like my short, curvy form. It works well for me.
Although we differ in looks extremely, we differ in personality even more. She likes to go to parties and hang out with friends, while I like to stay in my room and read or watch tv. Shelby wears makeup; I keep it at mascara, blush too on special occasions. I love to study and get things done, she likes to procrastinate. Although, she is obviously the extrovert and I'm the introvert, we both enjoy photography and nature. Whenever we can, we get out our cameras, go down by the park that's maybe twenty or so minutes away, and take pictures of anything that catches our fancy.
The bell rung at nine o'clock, and our class started. Mr. McOwen, our science teacher, walked in and the room became silent, waiting for the inevitable question.
He's about fifty with white hair. Standing at six foot' even, his form was athleticish, but with a bit of a beer gut.
"Which one of you teenage delinquents can tell me if somatic cells are created by either meiosis or mitosis?" Shelby and I heard snickers throughout the room.
Me being the nerd of the class, the one who always gets straight A's, loves to study and answers every question; I raised my hand right away.
"Yes, Caterina, my favorite student, the only one who actually answers my questions."
"It's mitosis, sir." I answered with a confident smile.
"Very good, correct," and then he started on with the meiosis/mitosis lesson we started yesterday.
Sitting in my seat, I pondered about the things that were happening to me. My thoughts went in depth to the point where I thought about superpowers being possible. No, I'm sure that's not it. That's absurd. I told myself, not wanting to think strange things were happening to me.
As the day slowly went by, I found myself walking home with my partner in crime. "Shelby, do you believe normal people could have superpowers?"
"Hmm, I think it could be possible. I heard some people can really speak to the dead, or read orras. Why?"
"I just- I don't know what's going on with me. I can hear things from far away, I see things, like this morning, you almost being hit by that car, I saw it. But, in the vision, you really were hit by it. I just don't know! And it's really fucking scaring me." I almost started crying. "What the hell is happening to me?!"
"Ok, calm down." she said stopping me from further walking. I looked up at her through my bangs and she pulled me into a hug. "I heard about those kinds of things. I think it's called being Clairaudient and Clairvoyant."
"Great, I really am a freak," I said groaning. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid.
"So what? I'm a freak, we're all freaks. No one is normal. And anyways, normal is overrated. What's wrong with being a little special?"
"Special is one thing, being freaking wonder woman is crazy!"
"Why don't we go to your house and talk to your mom about it, she'll probably be more help than me." It was probably true. My mom is one of those orra reading people.
"Hey mom!" I yelled to see where she is in the house.
"Hey honey, how was school," she called in her Italian accent from the kitchen. I grew up in America, but she was born in Sicily, Italy and came over to the U.S in her twenties.
Shelby and I went towards the large, teal kitchen with granite counter tops. A dark brown, circular kitchen table sat in the left corner. In the right corner of the room held the oven, above it a microwave, and across from both was a matching, black refrigerator. It was the type with two doors that opened on the top, and held a water/ice dispenser on the left side door; while the bottom of it contains a pull out drawer, that's the freezer.
Mom looked over at us as we sat down at the kitchen table, our back-back's by our feet. She looked over at us both while she made a large salad and spaghetti.
"Dinner will be ready in probably thirty minutes or an hour. Shel, you can stay for dinner if you'd like."
"Ok." Shelby had a lot of home life problems as her drunk mother wasn't home for days at a time or with a new man every week. This week, was one of the weeks she wasn't home. And her father left both of them when she was three. He hasn't been in contact with Shelby since.
When her mom was gone, Shelby stayed with us. She even stays with us when her mother was home.
My best friend quietly tried to encourage me to work up the nerve to tell my mom what has been going on.
"Yes," she whispered.
"No," I sharply but quietly replied.
My mom must have heard us because she interrupted our whispering disagreement. "I read tension and confusion. One of you has something to tell me, and one of you is trying to get the other one to tell me while the other one doesn't want to. Am I correct?"
We both looked at her. "I read Orra's for a living sweetie, don't gawk at my natural talent. Now which one of you needs to tell me what?"
"Cat does," Shelby cut me off before I could say something.
"What do you need to tell me?"
"Well, it's weird. Something started happening to me last Tuesday."
Mom looked up from the salad. Her expression was something of scared, shock, confusion. Putting down her knife, she walked over to one of the four chairs at our round table. Sitting in between Shelby and I, she looked at me and asked, "what happened, baby?"
"Well, noises, they bother me. Like, I can hear a truck honking from long distances, but it feels like it's right in my ear. Also, I see things that are about to happen. This morning, I saw Shel get hit by a car, but when the car came and she kept walking I caught her and she wasn't hit. I don't know. She thinks it's something called clairaudient and clairvoyant, but I just really don't know."
"Sounds about right to me. I've met people with telekinesis, and many other abilities."
"So, what does this mean for me?"
"Well, I know someone who can help you control the clairaudient ability. There's not much you can do for being clairvoyant."
"Alright. Well, I'll take anything, mom. I just want to control this and get on with my life."
"Are you sure, sweetie. It may take a while. I'm talking months, years even. One person couldn't get a grip on their clairaudient ability for three years."
I was surprised. What the actual chicken fuck?! Three years, what if I take longer. What if I don't control it at all?! No, Caterina! You'll do just fine. You're a smart girl, is what I told myself.
"Yes, momma. I'm sure." She hugged me and looked to Shelby. Shelby looked afraid and forced a smile. My mom turned to look at me again. "Ok, I'll call him after dinner." she said hugging me. She stood to hug Shelby, looking like she needed one, then went back to her salad. Chopping carrots and cucumbers, I asked curiously, "Who are you going to call?"
"His name is John Winchester. An old friend of mine. Him and his boys help with this kind of thing, and they have contacts. I know they'll know how to help you. Don't worry about it now though. We'll talk about it later tonight, ok?"
"Ok," I replied. Shelby and I worked on our homework as momma finished dinner. We ate, laughed, joked, and talked as time passed. I finished eating when my salad, spaghetti, and half of the bread roll was gone. I drank the rest of my water and then looked over at Shelby's and mom's plates, seeing they were also finished.
"Honey, Sweetie; did you finish your school work?" My mom asked to both Shelby and I. She likes to think of my best friend as a daughter. I didn't mind as I think of her as an older sister; seeing she is seventeen and I'm sixteen.
"I did, did you Shel?"
"Yeah, I have to study for a French test though. Can you help me?"
"Yeah." I replied.
I love helping her with French. I adore the language, but I also wanted to try American Sign Language. So, I took ASL and tutored Shelby in French. This way, I could take ASL and learn french without having to drop my psychology class.
Mom started in again. "Why don't you two go up to your room and do that, while I call John?"
"Sounds good, momma," Shelby said. She had different nicknames for my mom. To her, Miss Affini was to formal, and mom felt comfortable to her as she stayed with us so much, and her mother wasn't a mom. She was just biological.
We went up to her room, and Shelby took out her French book. I grabbed it from her. She sat on my bed, while I sat in the desk chair.
"Alright. Je m'appelle, Caterina. What did I just say?"
"Uhh-"
"Uhh- is not what I just said Shell. When's your test?"
"Two days…"
"Two days? Really? And you don't even know what je m'appelle means?"
"I can't help it! The class is boring and the teacher is mean…"
"No excuses! Let's get down to business."
Shelby started singing, "to defeat, the huns!"
"No, you can sing Mulan songs when we're finished."
"Alright. Je m'appelle. My name is?"
"Correct! Uh, let's see. Aucun and oui, what do those two words mean?"
"No and yes?"
"Correct."
We studied for an hour as mom was probably on the phone with John by now. When we left her to go upstairs, she was cleaning the kitchen and singing songs in Italian. When I finished tutoring Shelby, my thoughts wandered into the world of "what if."
What if I never see mom again. What if he's crazy. What if he can't help. What if I'm stuck like this and out of control forever. What If I can't control if. What if I end up hurting mom or killing Shelby. What the hell! I'm going to lose my family forever!"
"Yo! Cat! The hell, what planet were you on?" Shelby joked.
'Sorry, just… thinking I guess. Let's watch something," I said turning on my TV. She turned on Project Runway. Usually, I would have whined or something, but I didn't care. I wasn't even watching it, I was just sitting there in "what if" land.