This is just something I started a few months ago when the show came on Netflix and I finally watched the last three episodes. I figure nobody is probably going to read it, but if you are I hope you enjoy the madness that is my mind.

Chapter 1

The day Luca Jameson finally came back to school, I knew he wasn't the same person who'd left.

We'd known each other since elementary school and I'd always considered him my best friend. Sure, he was also my only friend, but I'd like to say I was his best too. I knew his every thought, his every action, or I had. Even I could never have predicted him disappearing without a trace for weeks only to return a new man.

And a man was what he'd become. Somehow it seemed he'd grown, but he also carried himself like a man. Luca didn't seem to have that know-it-all arrogance anymore, something had matured him, but not for the better.

His eyes were shallow, and scars lined his body. I couldn't help but wonder how deep the scars burned when he passed me without even looking up. "Luca," I called running up behind him. "Luca look at me."

"Hey, Kaia," he told me his voice soft. "I've got to go talk to teachers… I've missed so much work."

Yeah, he had, "I picked it all up for you. The teachers think you've had mono and I've been bringing you your work… I actually just did it for you. Figured it would make a good trade for an explanation."

The old Luca would have been thrilled at the thought of me doing all his work, this one only looked surprise, "There isn't much to explain. My dad showed up after 10 years and now he's gone again."

Gone. There was a permanence to the word that made me wonder just what made him go, "Are you okay though…because you don't look okay."He actually looked worse than 'not okay'; Luca looked like he had just dug himself from the grave.

"I'm fine. We're all fine. Everything will be normal again. I'm ready to be normal again." No more superheroes.

Superheroes? Did he mean the woman saving people and leaves roses anywhere? Probably not, Luca has always had weird thoughts.

Now before I carry on, I guess I should explain what I meant by that because you're probably ready to put this journal down thinking I'm mad. Well, I thought I was mad for a long time too, but eventually I realized I was just special. Some people are great at basketball…and I could read minds. Every 14-year-old girl needs her tricks, right?

"Just if you need anything, you know you can come to me, right?" I told Luca stepping in front of the moving boy. "I'm your best friend and I'm not giving up on you."

Luca smiled softly, but it looked more like a grimace than anything. "You are my friend, Kaia, but all I need right now is to be alone. Okay?"

Okay.

You're probably wondering why I didn't just read his mind then and there and figure out what was up. Looking back, I wish I had, but a girl had to have some principals. Those who play basketball don't dribble all day long, it wasn't fair for me to invade others privacy. If they're casting out thoughts it's not my fault when I hear them, but going into someone's mind and looking for something had to me against the telepath code…if such a thing existed.

I went to tell Luca that when he was ready I would be here, but he had already disappeared into the mess of students. Sighing, I walked into AP bio preparing myself for another gruesome day of high school.

As I studied the molecular models before me and tried to find the difference, I couldn't prevent my mind from wandering back to Luca. Whatever can keep a kid out of school for that long has to be important, but why did he seem so down? The last time he was like that would have been when his brother, Stephen, almost killed their mom's boyfriend.

See I can read minds, but Stephen was crazy enough to throw people over ledges. Maybe we both see the same therapist, but there were different levels of insanity. Some people have crippling anxiety and PTSD well others get psychopathic tendencies. Unfortunately for Luca, he tends to attract both types.

At lunch I found myself surprised to run into none other than Stephen himself. "Wow, I'm surprised to see you here. Your attendance record is messier than Luca's."

"Hey Kaia," he told me looking distracted. "We've just had some issues. Have you seen Charlie around anywhere?" Charlie? There were about 30 Charlie's in my grade alone. He'd have to be more specific. "She'd be in your grade, short, dirty blonde…the new girl."

Oh, her. She was in my English class but I hadn't caught her name, "Last I saw her she was trying to open her locker. 111."

"Thanks," Stephen called as he was already halfway across the cafeteria. I wondered who this Charlie was to him that he seemed so worried, but figuring that I'd find out from Luca sooner or later I didn't worry much about it.

Considering Luca had first lunch today and I didn't want to eat alone, I decided to ditch lunch and head home early. I only had last period study to worry about, and I could always hack the computers to make them think I was there. Besides I had almost gotten run over in the stampede to get out of school last week; it was probably safer for me just to leave early.

Or so I thought until I noticed the tall blonde kid following me.

He wasn't really a kid at all-probably in his late 20's, but the formal cut to his hair made him look younger. I could have mistaken him for a teenager if I hadn't seen him hanging around Luca's house once looking his age. I couldn't remember his name, or if he was a friend of Stephen, but I could recognize the look on his face.

It was a look of determination, and of loyalty. "Can I help you?" I finally asked spinning. I figured running wasn't my strong suite, especially when he had a good foot on me, so maybe I could talk my way out of whatever this was. Words happened to be a specialty of mine.

"Are you Kaia Lovelace?" he asked despite his face saying that we both knew I was.

"I sure hope so or you've been stalking the wrong person…John, right?"

He seemed surprised that I knew his name, but almost not surprised enough. "Yes. Kaia, would you be interested in some employment?"

I was 14 years old and saving for college and graduate school; of course I needed employment. "What kind of employment?"

"I heard you're good with computers," John admitted sliding an arm around me in a firm statement. "I know someone who needs that. Would you care to meet him?"

I tried moving John's arm, yet he wasn't budging. It seemed that cooperation was not only my best option, but also my sole one. "Sure. Do you have a car somewhere?"

John smiled, "I think we both know that not everyone needs a car to get around." I actually didn't know what he meant until I was ripped from time and space leaving all my air behind.