"I can't justify the way
Everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own"
-Linkin Park, "Somewhere I Belong"

"You wanted to see me, Professor?"
"Ah, Artemis, come in, please have a seat."
I sat down in a large chair in front of the Professor's desk. He looked at me intensely for a few minutes before speaking.
"I don't think it will work, but I'm going to try the easy way out of this first," he stated. "Something has happened to you. Now, for all I know, it could be anything. For all I know, you killed someone, and for all I know, you broke a nail right before a big date. Whatever it is, it's causing you a great deal of stress. The reason you're here is because I want to know what it is. It's affecting your abilities and your performance. Jean and several students have all come to me expressing concern for you. And frankly, I'm becoming concerned as well. I've been watching you in class and in the halls. You're skittish and easily frightened, you're constantly scanning to know who is around you and who you're going to be encountering in a few seconds. You shrink away from any touch but Kacela's. You two cling together like security blankets on steroids. Several of the students with heightened senses have heard you crying at night and in the morning when you sleep. I understand that you are best friends, but even the best of friends separate sometimes. Now, I think I've rambled long enough, so I'm just going to ask." He leaned forward in his wheelchair and looked me in the eye. "What has happened to cause you so much stress?"
"I was..." I stopped. What in Kali's name was I doing!? I would tell him and then I would have to relive it all and I wouldn't have been able to handle it. I would have broken down or ran away and killed myself before I could finish. I closed my eyes, got up and left, despite the Professor's voice in my head.
Artemis, please come back here.
No.
Whatever you're worried about, it's probably not as bad as you're thinking. You said those two words and then exploded into a projection. I know what you were feeling.
Whatever.
Artemis, please.
No.
Your abilities will suffer.
That's nice.
Doesn't the idea of not being able to tell Kacela what you're thinking without anyone else overhearing bother you?
Oh, please, Professor. You know as well as I do that I would basically have to go into a coma for my abilities to suffer that much. They've improved too much, gotten too powerful.
Artemis, please, you don't have to go through whatever this is alone.
If you want to know so much, why don't you scan me?
You know I wouldn't pry into your mind like that. You obviously don't want me to know.
It's obvious to me you think you do. Oh don't think so surprised, you trained me yourself, remember?
I want to help you.
Yeah, well, you and your help can go fuck yourselves up a tree.
Walls slammed down. Have to talk to Kacela. Now.