It's Nice

Minutes seemed to roll over so slowly. I refused to answer any of Malcolm's questions; I didn't have a reason to. They'd ask why. Why did I burn down the bank? Why did I steal from it? I did none of those things. How all those things were done was simple – at least they were to me.

"Miss Raymond?" I looked up. There was a girl around my age standing before me. She had cropped orange hair with orange eyes and green skin.
"Yes?" I sat up, acknowledging her presence. I remained as she sat across from me.
"I'm Miss Martian. I-"
"I know who you are" I stated flatly. Her face remained. No words were exchanges, just stares and blank expressions.
I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to read my mind, but she was failing. I could see it in her eyes – the struggle. In all truth, I was doing the same as her. Her face contorted in frustration and I smiled to myself.
"You've studied and watched me through the glass with no prevail, and suddenly you walk into this room and think you can read my mind. Like a sheet of glass would really make a difference. I'm not gunna let you into my mind and turn me into a vegetable". My anger started to get the best of me once again. I leaned forward. "You know the difference between you and I is that I can shield my mind from…intruders…unlike you". I gave her a sickly smile to show her that I knew. Her eyes went wide. Defeated and dumbfounded, she lowered her eyes from mine and left the room.
"Sara, what are you doing" I heard Beast Boy's voice.
"Beast Boy, I wish I only knew," I sighed and rubbed my face with my still cuffed hands. Beast Boy was leaning on the opened door frame. He gave me a sympathetic look. I didn't want that.
"Sara-"
"I didn't do it."
"I know."
"I mean, I don't even have the capacity to do that! I mean I do, but I wouldn't. Yeah, I get mean and angry sometimes and say things I don't mean, but I've never used it against someone!"
"I know, you don't have to convince me," he made his way over to me and sat down. I sighed in relief.
"So, Beast Boy, where do I go from here?" I asked. All I need is an answer. Somebody, please.
"I don't know, Sara, I don't know". He sighed deeply. "Listen, when sis came out of the room, she looked so out of it…what I'm trying to get at is…Sara are you a meta?" he said the last part fast, trying to get it out of him.
"I'm sorry what happened with your sister, I didn't mean to scare her. It's not of my nature. Something just took over me."
"Noted, but I already knew that. You saved me that night, and there isn't a moment that goes by that I don't think about it. Someone of that nature wouldn't have saved me". I smiled.
"Why are you the only one that believes me?"
"No one else sees you the way I see you."
"Then, how do you see me?" he giggled and held up his hand to stop me.
"Now, now, no more questions until you've answered mine. Are you a meta?" I sighed nervously.
"Beast Boy, you seem to already know that answer," he leaned back on his heels, smiling.
"I know. It's just nice to hear someone say it".

We sat in silence for a few, enjoying each other's company. Not even my closest people in my life would do this with me, would understand me.
"Beast Boy, I don't mean to hold you up."
"It's fine, really. I enjoy your company. So, what can you do?" I scoffed then smiled to myself.
"A lot. Some I'm proud of, and others…not so much" I shifted in my seat. "There really is no limit to what I can do. I run on pure energy. No more energy, no more magic". I received a look of awe and confusion from Beast Boy. I cocked my head out. "You know, a mystic" still nothing "Beast Boy, I'm a witch, a sorcerer, if you will." I wiggled my fingers out in front of me for emphasis.
"That. Is. So. Cool! You're like Zatanna!" I scoffed.

"Not when you're trying to prove your innocence" the room fell silent again.
"If it's any condolence, I wasn't the only one listening."
"That's a comfort I want to feel," sarcasm lased my words. We locked eyes and busted in to giggles. I don't know what it was about Beast Boy that allowed me to drop my guard even though I was being interrogated.

Three taps were heard on the other side of the thick, one-way glass.
"That's my cue" he sighed and stood up, getting ready to leave. He hesitated. "Sara, I'll try my best, bu-"
"I know," a genuine smile appeared on my face.