Making my fifteenth lap around the track, I slowed my jog into a walk and began a series of sit ups and cruches... after I got my breath back of course. Once that was finished, I started several rounds of Sprints, enjoying the Wonderful Mind numbing Rush that came with Working out. Mind numbing is exactally what I needed, especially if I was going to enter the school building in an hour. The Last thing I wanted was to be bombared with all of the horrible teenage emotions, could barely deal with the utter misery that came from Elena, Jeremy and Jenna. The First time I hugged them, when I woke up from the accident, I passed out and was in a coma for three days. The Doctors had been unable to figure out what was wrong with me... but I could.
At first it was impressions, like faint whiffs of emotion around the edges of people. The Stronger the emotion the stronger it was, eventually I heard everything. Emotions, Thoughts, Dreams... it was a nightmare. My First concious night in the Hospital had been horrible, the Pain and sadness and bordem created awful dreams. The Morphine didn't even help, the pain I felt from everyone in the Hospital was far more potent. I was grateful that I had always been quiet, no one really noticed his withdrawl. I couldn't bear to touch people, to hear all of their pain and taste their minds... it was simply too much all at once.
The Library became a refuge, At one point spent an entire month learning Meditation and other control techniques from around the world, hoping it would help... which it actually did. I found by focusing on My Heartbeat, on my own thoughts, that I could dim the flow of energy. It let me focus and actually consider abilities and my grief, since I was too controlled by everyone elses pain to really deal with it.
I came to accept their death, Miranda and Grayson had adopted me when I was three years old and they were my parents... their death hurt beyond physical pain. I understood how Jeremy and Elena lost themselves to the raging torrent of Misery that came with the Loss, I almost followed them. The Hope I felt though, From Jenna... her hope that she could save us, make us whole... all she gave up to raise us when a lot of other people would have dropped us to the Side. That helped me push past my pain, if only slightly. It Still hurt, and it always would...but not the soul sucking, all consuming pain I was so used to.
Of course all of that could go away when I met the Pity train that was High School..." Ugh... Why did I have been here again..."
First Class was Math, the Opposite of my Sister Elena. I loved the girl, I truely did... but she was way too controlling, though I had to admit that Jeremy needed it. The Shithead was getting into some serious drug habits, not just Pot which I could tolerate and join in on occasionally. Pill Popping and Sleeping with the Biggest Sleeze in town was hazy territory, if Jer didn't get his head out of his ass my foot would be joining it. I would make sure to borrow one of Aunt Jenna's Spikey High Heels too...