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2. Thoughts
The bathroom smell was the overpowering scent of bleach, seeping out of every toilet cubicle and flowing from the sinks. The light room felt cool, the perfect antidote to my earlier blindingly hot image. The light from the windows reflected onto the mirrors then on my sweating face. Tears came streaming from my eyes unconsciously; I rubbed them away with my quaking hand. Turning on the taps I placed my hands into a bowl underneath the running water, capturing it then washing my face. Splashing the cold contents on my brow and arms, so that they would also cool.
I stood collapsed over the tarn, hair dripping-wet where I had splashed it.
Great, I will have to wait for it to dry off until I could go back in.
I breathed in heavily, sucking in as much air as I could, making me feel dizzy, then exhaling out in a serene way.
The word fire triggered off my dream earlier. It shattered my brain and pulled out all unsettling memories of my past.
That day.
I had heard, a very long time ago, about some characteristics that humans and animals may differ from. My brother once told me that birds had other and greater senses that we could never imagine. They could see so far into the distance, sense an animal from a mile away. Just like cats, or dogs, which may not have perfect vision but their sense of smell is almost desirable. They can notice something coming down the street just by their sense of smell. We can't do that. We have pretty bad vision compared to birds and a terrible sense of smell compared to dogs or cats. But we had something else.
Something that may not be proven yet, but has been told and used around the world. Some may believe that humans aren't the only animals that can feel it, but some might disagree and say that we are the only ones. No matter what you believe, we certainly have it, and there may be a small possibility that other animals may have it too.
This sense, this feeling, can bring others closer or destroy friendships.
It can heighten a culture or be used against them.
My first thought was love, yet startlingly I was wrong.
It was empathy.
The ability to put yourself in another's shoes. To rephrase a sentence to help with another's mood. To feel what someone else is feeling, physically and emotionally.
It can be a burden but most of the time it can be extremely useful.
There are some who I had no empathy for.
Vampires do not deserve any empathy of the sort. They could die not being loved once and I would not care. They could have been burnt alive and I would not care. Beaten and mangled and I still would take no notice or sympathy.
And yet I held I terrible secret for them.
A minute had past and I was still hung over the sink, dripping wet hair hanging over my face.
The mutterings in the other room became so loud, so incredibly vivid I was surprised that the teachers did not control it. And again, none of them were even talking about chemistry, they were just pleas for the day to end and sometimes explicit spoken thoughts.
How can people be talking about that in the middle of a chemistry lesson? There is a time and place to talk about those things and in the middle of a classroom surrounded by others is not it.
More and more loud voices started to make conversation, coming from other classrooms now. It seemed to be teachers as well as students who decided to speak openly about their thoughts. I didn't mind if this was a relaxed, unprejudiced school, but honestly… there should be more care in talking about these things.
"H-how?" I heard someone say in the other room.
The teacher didn't reply, at least I think that it was to be directed to the teacher.
"How can you do that?" They asked again, it was a deep musical voice, a man's voice.
There was no reply from the teacher. The mumbles grew even clearer; conversations grew louder and more lucid. At least I thought they were conversations.
There were never any replies to their questions. This isn't right.
Maybe they were just talking to themselves…
Yes, that is possible, to have a whole room of people talking to themselves, my mind said sarcastically.
"This isn't possible..." he said again.
Can't you hear him Mr. Woods? Answer his question!
I stuck my fingers in my ears, hoping that it would be relieving me of the stupid chatters and noise.
But it made no difference.
They were still talking, extremely loudly, louder.
None stopped or calmed down, I pressed them in further but the noise did not decrease.
They were in my head, I wasn't hearing them, they were actually in my head.
The voices were vivid when I blocked my ears, although it was nearly impossible to hear anything from outside I still did.
The voices were thoughts.
I was hearing everybody's thoughts. Everything they were thinking. The masked conversations were actually people talking in their heads?
I ran out of the Bathroom, smashing the door behind me so that I was standing in the bitter coldness of the corridors again.
I was nearer the students and the clarity of the voices grew. Thirty students and a teacher all bombarding me with their own questions and utters unconsciously. But there were more, there were others in the other classrooms. I was surrounded my by 3 other classrooms full of students and teachers.
Hundreds of voices now. More and more came and planted themselves in my mind.
This wasn't right.
I tried desperately to tune out everyone's feelings from my mind. Falling into a hunch, using all my power to put up a barrier or taking them out of my head. I squeezed my eyes and thought about other things, but nothing changed in the slightest. I started to hit my head out of hopelessness but nothing changed again.
I stood still and coiled up. Placing my hands by my sides and looking out in front of me, perfectly calm, thinking.
The voices grew separate, I started to concentrate on a few.
They were about completely different subjects, not one linking on to another.
…This weekend would be a great time to get some shopping done, maybe Mike will want to come?
One excited wispy thought uttered.
When will we ever need this in our lives?
A deeper more erratic voice questioned.
Lime water does what? I don't even understand what he is saying…
A rushed student thought.
That new girl has been gone for an awfully long time…
Another said in curiosity.
It is strange, isn't it?
The last, most beautiful and musical voice said.
I was caught up in the last sentence. It drew me in to question it; it was the same voice asking questions before. Maybe it he was asking me something. But that is merely impossible.
Don't be stupid Sarah, he can't be asking you questions, there is no possible way that that could ever happen… I thought persuasively in my head, trying to believe what I was going to chant.
He could though, so many strange things has been happening, there is always the likelihood that they are directed to me. But I was interrupted by another thought, the thought that would be the start of a never-ending, painful, yet totally desirable, future.
I a few words that would lead me to a wonderful, yet terrifying, adventure.
Oh, but there is.
I stood, blinded completely dumb on the spot.
I trembled out of fear, I did not know where it came from but I just started to shiver uncontrollably on the spot.
I cleared out everyone else's thoughts and focused completely on that one. I needed to answer it. I had the urge to go into all of the classrooms and search for the mystery person. I needed to talk to him, to understand what the heck has just happened.
Just a talk, so I can get an explanation.
C-can you hear me? I thought
Can you hear me? The music replied
Yes, for some reason I can.
Erm… yes, I can.
And I also. There was a paused.
It flooded ideas into my head. Millions of questions and theories, insanity and curiosity, even images, rushed across my eyes.
Y-y-you can hear what I am thinking…? This can't be right, this is a joke. There is no possible way that people can here others thoughts…
Like I said, you can. And you are a little wrong about your theory there. He interrupted me.
Just answer this, please. You are hearing what I am thinking…
Yes.
Can you hear what others are thinking as well?
Yes
H-how?
The real question is how you are doing it, I have my explanations, but I have no clue about you. He paused, but carried on before I could get a word in. I saw what happened earlier, are you Okay.
What!? This is going to fast for me, t-this is just s-so, so… I don't actually know! But you have got to be kidding me, I mean at the moment I am thinking. Just thinking! Are you just expecting me to believe that we are reading each others minds at the moment… did you just ask me if I am okay or not? A huge bomb has just been dropped and you are asking me whether I am fine or not, like – like we are talking to each other! Well, to be completely honest, no, not really… I need a lie down. But stop changing the subject. You seem to know more about what is going on than I do so please can you tell me. No… not please, you will tell me. Explain what is going now or I will seriously hurt you!
I would like to see you try that… I saw a flicker of an image, the picture of a hand shattering on this rock, marble maybe. I felt a searing pain at my knuckles.
W-who are you? The voice in my mind was surprisingly unsteady, hard to control. He can hear my thoughts? It shouldn't be too strange though, what exactly am I doing? How am I taking this so well?
No, no I am not going to believe this, it is RIDICULOUS! I shouted in my mind
I need to talk to you, this thing that you can do is very… rare. Tell Mr. Woods that you need to see the nurse, I'll take you. It will give me time for an explanation.
I'm all ears now… Wait, you are in my class? You are a student here?
I will tell you later, just do it!
I followed his orders and stumbled over to the classroom.
What exactly was I doing, taking orders from a boy who I have never meet, through the strangest form of communication.
I took in a nervous deep breath and decided a way to look ill. It didn't take much, I was sweating and in the Bathroom I looked seriously feverish. I was just too eager to figure out what was happening. Swinging the door open, I clutched my arm to my stomach, writhing in fake pain and crept over to the teacher.
I will get you for this… I murmured in my head, hoping that he could hear me.
I wasn't the person who chose to look so bizarre. He replied, I sighed out of relief and stared around the classroom.
Everyone was staring at me, but what else would they do?
I am a new, strange, student, who sounded like she enjoyed Chemistry, had a fit-type-thing in the back of the classroom next to the quietest boy on earth, which people for some reason found abnormal, I ran out of the lesson minutes in and came back clutching my stomach in need of some rest. And that is how I will always be known.
"Are you okay… erm…" A worried Mr. Woods asked, caring but forgetfully.
"Sarah, Mr. woods, it's Sarah." I corrected, in desperate need to find out the mad person who could explain this all for me.
"Oh yes, are you okay?" He got out of his seat and placed a chubby hand on my shoulder, his eyes worried.
"Erm.. no, no I'm not, I need the nurse." I told him, moaning at the same time, now due to butterflies in my stomach.
"Certainly, do you need a note?" Whatever is quickest, I thought. The whole class had stopped to look at what was going on and I tried to turn away from them all.
"Yes," I replied squeakily, trying to be quiet so that nobody heard me, "can someone take me please? I don't know my way around the school yet."
"Obviously, okay then… how about-?" He replied, taking his hand off of my shoulder to look around the room in thought.
In a blink of an eye and light figure was by us, look down on him and I. It was the boy who sat next to me.
He was beautiful, absolutely stunning. He was almost perfect, gorgeous, with light orange hair and a pale chalky face. He looked down and smiled at me, it was chirpy and complimented his enthusiasm to get to the Nurses office. I looked and grinned back, slightly standing straighter.
"I'll do it" he replied. The same musical voice was much more mesmerising out loud, beautiful as well.
"Erm, okay, sure." Mr. Woods stared at the boy in utter bewilderment, not knowing how he got there so quickly, but too tired to ask. He looked back at me, still confused, and asked calmly. "Lets just hope you get better." He handed the boy the already written note and walked back to his desk, leaving me and the stunning boy standing in front of the class struggling to figure out what to do next.
I grabbed hold of his arm and crept towards the door. It was icy, freezing on my skin and I quickly let go. I looked at him, into his eyes. His unusually golden eyes, swirling into a darker crimson colour. I shook my head and opened the door, happy to be out of the classroom, but annoyed that I was hit with another blast of coldness. He closed the door behind us and laid a hand on my back edging us towards the stairs. His touch was still cold and I shook it off before I started to shiver.
Turning around to face him I saw something odd, abnormal about the boy. His eyes were red, a deep red and they were getting darker. I didn't want to ask why so I sat down on the stairs, looking out in front of me. My feet were wet, from my hair dripping on them, and my hands were clammy and bitterly cold. I turned my head and gazed at him, he had also sat next to me on a step down and turned around to look back at me.
This is going to be long, isn't it? I thought, sure that he was tuned into my mind. I sighed completely petrified about what was happening and rubbed my face.
Yes, very. He replied, glaring at my eyes and wet hair, But mine isn't going to be the only explanation needed.
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