Chapter 13
Grandma took me to her house to show me how to control my powers. She said it would take more than one lesson and I wouldn't be able too right away. My Pawpaw and my uncle's were away so it was just me and her; one on one. She took me into the living room and we sat across from each other on pillows in the floor.
"Bry...your mother and I have the exact same mind power abilities you have, because we have controlled ours we do not hear the thoughts of others unless we wish it. We can do a lot of things with our minds...but most of it we harness it into energy around us so that we can use our other powers; powers you do not have."
"When will I get the other powers Grandma?"
"I don't know sweetie...you may never get them... Your Pawpaw and I waited and watched to see if your Uncle Justice or your Uncle Jesse would ever get powers...we never saw any magical abilities in them. And they'll be 18 in January."
I looked down.
"Grandma...does this mean I get to be a superhero..."
"Bryan it means that your life is different than most boys but how you choose to live it is entirely up to you...though if worse comes to worse your family will always be able to take care of you."
I nodded.
"Okay...now I want you to close your eyes."
I did as she told me too.
"Bryan you are so smart and mature for someone your age...learning how to control and harness your powers should be easy for you, but it won't happen today...do you understand me?"
"Yes mam." I exclaimed with my eyes shut.
"Okay...Bry...I want you to resist me from your thoughts...Try your best not to let me enter your mind."
I nodded. I wasn't sure what was about to happen. I felt her soft hands on the sides of my head. There was a jolt straight to my heart then my headache returned.
"Ssh...that's okay." I heard her voice say.
It was strange and it hurt. It was like someone was slamming my head into a brick wall over and over and over again. I could feel my own brain. It was so strange. As if all that was in my head was a round ball that wouldn't stop moving.
"Bry..." I heard my grandma's voice but it wasn't from her lips. I heard her in my mind!
"Bryan...yes sweetheart...I'm inside your mind...in your thoughts..."
There was a flash. I began to see memories from my childhood, but since I was only 5 there weren't that many memories. I saw a boat and some sort of cage. A man and an evil alien creature. There was another flash and I saw my Dad. He came in through our front door. I could hear his voice playing on our radio in the living room.
"Resist me Bryan."
I gasped. I don't know if I gasped out loud or in my head. I could hear my grandma talking to me through the memories. I saw Mommy's face. She was holding me. We were in a bathtub I think.
"Bryan."
It was my grandma again. I wanted to stay in my memories, but she kept interrupting me.
"Get out of my head." I groaned.
"Get me out Bry."
I felt a lot of pressure on my brain. It wouldn't stop. Suddenly I screamed, and Grandma let go of my head. I didn't get her out of my mind. The pain was just far too great. I began to cry. I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me.
"I'm sorry Grandma!" I sobbed.
"No...no...no...don't be sorry Bry...that was good for your first try...okay?"
I held my head and cried loudly.
"Come here baby."
I crawled over to her. She put me in her lap. She held the side of my head and began to rock me back and forth. Grandma and I started doing this everyday after school for several months. For several months the results were the exact same. Just as I dreaded my insulin shots. I dreaded going to her house just as much.
It was Friday afternoon, Dad picked me up from school. Mommy was going to stay late for parent teacher conferences stuff. After he picked me up we were going to go get my sisters.
Dad leaned over and opened the passenger side door for me.
"Hi Daddy."
"Hey little monkey how was school?"
"Okay...we didn't do much...Mrs. Watson had us make folders of work we did to show all our parents when they come to the conference."
"That's good...put your seatbelt on."
I did.
"Anything I have to worry about when I come and see Mrs. Watson?"
I shook my head.
"No, of course not...you're the best in the class aren't you bud?"
He reached over and tickled my side as he drove. I smiled and tried to keep his hand away. I then frowned.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to Grandma's?"
"Grandma's been trying her best to help you...she'd hate it if you skipped out on a lesson."
"I know but..."
Suddenly I grew scared. I was too frightened to talk. I'm scared of my powers. I'm scared of the pain. I didn't want to feel it anymore.
"I...I don't want to go though Daddy."
"Your grandma takes good care of you...and you haven't learned to control your powers but you'll learn."
"Please don't make me go over there!"
I suddenly felt tension in my head. I felt as if I was being watched from all directions. The pressure got heavier and I began to hear the whispers. Grandma told me my mind powers could be triggered by high levels of emotion. Joy and Stress.
"Bry...Bry!"
Dad pulled the car over. He got out and ran to my side. He quickly unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Bryan!" He yelled.
He pulled me from the car and just held onto me. He placed his hand on the back of my head. I cried into his shoulder.
"Ssh it's okay...I'm so sorry Bry."
Only my Dad's lips didn't move. I could hear his thoughts. I was reading my Daddy's mind!
"Bryan...listen at me okay...we don't have to go to your Grandma's." He spoke aloud.
"We don't have to go." He said again breathlessly. He kissed the side of my head. I began to calm and feel comfort in his arms.
I had to leave Bryan to go to his parent teacher conference. I left him and the girls with my mom instead of Harmione's mom. I entered Bryan's class.
"Mr. LeMay!" Mrs. Watson said with a smile.
"Hello Mrs. Watson."
"How are you?"
"Good."
"Great! You wanna have a seat?"
"Thank you."
I sat down in front of her desk.
"So Bryan is a very smart little boy. He's done so well in Spelling, and in Reading...he's having a little trouble with math but not too much. He tries to stay on top, and just helps the other students...I wish I had a whole classroom just like him."
"That's great Mrs. Watson...is he doing okay physically? Like no sugar attacks, headaches?"
"Oh not at all...he had that spell a few months back but he seems fine. His concentration seems to have split some though...by the end of the day especially."
"What do you mean?"
"He used to be excited to go home with his mother, but lately he's been anxious to go home...is he having trouble at home?"
"At home? Well he...I mean...he's fine."
"Great! Here's his report card...and his take home folder. You can see Harmione if you want she's just right next door."
"Thank you so much Mrs. Watson for looking after and teaching my boy."
"That's my job."
I left her and scooted past a few other parents in the hall to talk to Harmione.
"Hey Har."
"Hey baby!" She stood to meet me. She kissed my cheek. She currently wasn't with a parent.
"Check up on Bryan next door?"
"Yep...Mrs. Watson said she wished she had more kids like him in class."
"He's a wonderful boy...even more wonderful now that he has my gift."
"Yeah about that...I think we should let him decide if he wants to continue to train with your mom."
"Why? What's the matter?"
"I just think we should let him decide...I personally would like it if your mom didn't teach him anymore."
"Why?"
"I just think it would be good for him."
"Charlie...my mother's helping him."
"Yeah I don't know."
"Excuse me?"
"I...just forget it."
"No I won't. Go on home I have more parents to see...we'll continue this conversation at home."
"Harmione don't take it so personally...it's not like that-"
"We'll talk at home Charlie."
I sighed.
"Hi! How are you?" Harmione exclaimed to a woman.
"Har..."
"Later Charlie."