I slowly opened each eye as though to expect a ghost, I gently prompt myself up into an upward position. I felt... amazing.

I jerked my head looking down at my wrists, to see if I was delusional from the loss of blood. It healed. No trace of blood, wounds, or anything, just mere scars. I ran my hands down my arms cautiously, scared of my own flesh and blood. It was all real...

I soon developed this sort of... sixth sense I suppose. I knew. I never thought, I always knew. I knew the man driving down the streets just had been laid off from his job, I knew the little girl in the store, had lost her mother in one of the aisles she was distracted in, I knew things I wasn't suppose to know, including things about myself.

My brain chemistry altered, my depression I guess you can say, had become so severe, that it stopped most all communications with my strong "feelings" lobe. The unoccupied lobe, advanced. "Waste" chemicals from the brain literally stored it all in that particular lobe. The chemicals mixed to produce a compound so powerful, I never wondered, but knew. Later on I developed telekinesis, yes, I could move things with my mind.