I need to ground myself, I need to wipe all these emotions away from me, away from my mind. Away from my heart. I need the peace that night truly brings. There has to be a harbour or a pier, around here somewhere. If I can just get to the sea. If I can get to it, maybe I can calm myself.

I seem to be walking for hours, as I finally find a sign stating the way to the beach. I look at my watch it has been two and a half hours, since Amy pulled her gun on me, two and a half hours since I nearly killed someone. And I still have all these feeling swirling inside me. I feel everything, the looks I'm getting of people. But right now I can't block their thoughts, and it hurts so much. I can't differentiate the feelings. Because I am feeling them as well. Their emotions are mixing with mine; I can feel my so called gifts starting to raise their ugly heads. I never thought I'd hate myself as much as I do right now.

I wonder what she is doing right now. Phoning the local police? Trying to sell the story of a freak to the local press? Contacting the underground black market? See how much she could get for me? Or maybe she is letting the nsa, know they have a breach of security. Or maybe she thinks I'm an alien. I can just picture myself being carted away. Maybe they will take me to area fifty-one. Maybe I'm over reacting to this situation? But I've never been in a situation like this.

I don't know how I ended up where I'm now stood, but finally the voices have stopped I am far enough away from them. The water is so calm. But still I am like a volcano waiting to erupt. I can't help the sigh that escapes my lips, I climb on top of the metal barrier, maybe it's more of a ledge since I have enough room to perch on it.

I watch as the waves crash gently in the wooden poles beneath me. I also at that point wonder how far up I truly am. Doesn't matter really. I breathe in the sea breeze, the saltiness that the water offers sends chills down my spine. If I don't flex my gifts now, they will become too strong for me to hold them back. Talk about Jekyll and Hyde. Calm on the outside, and a storm raging on the inside.

I look out concentrating on the furthest part that my mind can stretch, my mind swims as though it is making a whirlpool in the ocean, the moon acts as a shield to the waves, I bring the whirlpool up turning it in to a water twister. This would be too dangerous on land, but at sea there is no one around. The fish have long since moved on after they felt the undercurrent becoming unstable. I allow my feelings to pour into the twister, the speed and height all at my control.

"Beautiful"

The voice makes me jump, breaking my concentration for a second.

"Don't stop."

I swallow slightly, I can't leave this I have to control it, or it will set off something worst that I won't be able to control. I close my eyes as I stop my mind from swirling, I watch as the ocean becomes calm again.

"Don't run from me Emily." My shoulders slump. "I've told you so many times I'm not going to hurt you and I mean it."

I shake my head slightly. "Then what do you want from me? You knew." I sigh slightly.

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

I scoff slightly. "You already thought about telling someone Amy. Like you said, they wouldn't believe you. So why should I believe you now?" Part of my wants to jump off this pier and into the ocean. Allowing the water to take me.

"You were going to kill him Emily. I can't just let you kill someone and pretend it didn't happen."

"I would have stopped before I killed him." My voice lacks any emotion now, and I find myself asking if I would have stopped. Would I truly have stopped once I made him draw blood?

"Didn't look like you were going to stop to me." I hear the sigh leave her lips. "Please Emily."

"What do you want me to do?" I ask as tears form in my eyes.

"I want you to come back over here so we can talk." I half chuckle.

"I'm fine right here." I state.

"Maybe you are, and maybe you're just waiting for me to give you a reason to jump."

I close my eyes. "I don't know how to do this Amy." I bring my hand up to wipe the tears away.

"What talk to me?"

I nod. "Why did you come looking for me, unless you have brought the police with you and you're just waiting so you can slap the cuffs on me."

"Emily, if you turn around you will see I am on my own. I know you don't trust me. And I know the trust you had started to have in me, has gone. But you have to give me a chance to prove I'm not going to turn on you."

"I've heard that before Amy. You will in time. Just like the others."

"I can't talk to you like this Emily, you're sat a hundred feet above the water, it will only take one wrong move and I will lose you."

I frown slightly. "I'm not going to jump." I state slightly, all thought the thought had crossed my mind.

"Maybe not, but I know if it was me I'd be thinking it." I shrug slightly. "I can't leave you here Emily."

"I thought things were too good to be true. Is this all to get close to me, so you can sell me off."

"Emily, I would never do that. Why on earth would you think that. What reason have I given you to make you even think that."

Okay I feel that anger again although I also feel the hurt. "You're too perfect." I whisper slightly.

"I'm far from perfect Emily. I have made so many mistakes in the past, don't let this add to the list." I turn to look at her this time. "I don't want to lose you Emily. And if you are worry about me telling anyone."

"You can't make that promise Amy, if it came to it. You would."

"No, maybe if you could trust me, you'd know my word is good enough."

I take a breath as I swing my legs around so I can look at her, granted I am still perched on the ledge but I don't trust her, she won't try and grab me from here.

"Have I given you a reason not to trust me?"

I laugh slightly. "You pulled a gun on me."

"You had him dangling in the air Emily what was I meant to do? Clap?" I can hear the mocking tone in her voice now.

"You still kept it on me once I let him go." I point out. I watch as her shoulders slump her eyes break contact with mine as she looks to the ground. "You thought I was going to turn on you?" I ask.

"I didn't know what you were going to do Emily. You haven't let me in close enough to see the real you. How am I meant to act? You go from nearly killing someone, to your full attention turning on me."

"I'd never hurt you."

I look away now, I turn to dangle my legs back over the other side, above the water. I don't need her to see my emotions. The waves start to crash against the wood, the gentleness and calm has gone. My emotions taking control of my environment again.

"How do I know that you wouldn't turn your anger at me?"

I shake my head. "Do you really think I'd have done that to him, if he wasn't trying to hurt you Amy. He didn't care, he didn't care if he killed you. Was I meant to just stand there and let him rob us? Let him hurt you with his knife. Because I can tell you now Amy. He was going to kill you." I close my eyes slightly as I feel the water current become stronger.

"How do you know that Emily?"

I scoff slightly at her. "For the same reason I asked us to go a different way."

"You heard him?"

"Maybe." I can't tell her everything. She's just going to turn on me.

"Emily. How am I meant to get your trust? What do I need to do to prove am not going to turn against you? That I'm not going to trap you and have you whisked away. How am I meant to prove that if you don't give me a chance?"

Maybe she has a point, but I am so lost. I've never been in a situation like this.

"You have to trust someone at some point Emily."

"I told you, I'm a freak, a problem, a demon." I know I'm mocking myself but it's true.

"You're special. You're not a freak, a demon and you are not a problem." I hear her sigh. "You are none of those things to me. You are someone I care greatly about; someone I want in my life."

"I never understood why you wanted to be my friend in the first place." I whisper slightly. "I thought it was a cruel trick the girls were playing on me." I shake my head slightly. "I thought you took pity on me Amy. And then after the first few months I started to believe you truly wanted to be around me. I know I find talking hard but I." I stop slightly.

"I can understand why you find it hard Emily. Can we please go somewhere else and talk about this? I'm in the car. Please?"

"How did you find me?" I hear her sigh, and I also hear footfall as she backs away slightly.

"If I promise to tell you everything would you please just come with me, back to my home. Just give me a chance."

"I need to calm down Amy. Just please." I don't know how to ask her to leave without sounding like I don't want to give her a chance.

"Florida really doesn't need a tidal wave right now." I hear her whisper.

I nod. "I just need to get my emotions under control." I close my eyes as I take a breath. "Please."

"I'll be at the end of the pier take your time." I can only nod my response this time. I need to concentrate again to calm the ocean, to calm the waves that have become as rough and raw as my emotions.