Part Forty-One:

Being a kid is usually the best thing about your life. When a person grows up, they want to look around and say,"My childhood was so great." They want memories of laughing with family members during birthday parties. Having neighbors who were practically your best friends. Being outside at all times of the day. When cussing came along as a kid, you always replaced it with little words. Like "I don't give a stick" or "go to the devil's place".

But being a kid--to my dad--was being brain-damaged. My dad always believed that a child's brain was never fully developed. Therefore they're brain-

. When you're a teenager...you have you moments when my dad said you were growing up. Then, with one screw up, you're brain-dead again. It always seems as if people like torturing little kids. It's funny the reaction you get. Say, if you went to a kid and said "You're brain-dead", they'd get so mad. I know one kid got mad because I would tell him his name was someone else's.

I do believe that Dreya practically views me as a child. A child in which she happens to love to torture. Yet, I was letting my mind take control (even though people's minds usually take control anyways). In this case, I was allowing myself to become patient. Dreya had suggested sitting down, once again giving me the choice to do whatever I want that didn't involve her. But I prefer to substain my curiousity by listening to her for a while. Just for a little bit.

So I sat down on the plush pink carpet. Eh, pink. Just another color that is dismissed in my head. The carpet didn't irritate my skin like all the carpets I had felt before this. I didn't even feel the need to sit on a pillow...even though there were plenty surrounding me. Dreya sat down in front of me. I figured to teach me something people with Sight can do, you'd want to get in indian style seating or Yoga. Something like what Audrey did.

Dreya had herself seated with one leg bent back behind her while the other kept her balance in front of her. I guess it was just an odd, comfortable position for her. This once again reminded me of the fact that Dreya didn't seem to be like the other supernatural people I've met. Maybe she isn't supernatural. Though, she may be telling me what she is soon. Didn't she mention something of that sort? I'm not good in that kind of memory area. It gets confusing for me.

"First, you need to relax,"Dreya said suddenly. Before she could get me to do this, I asked,"What're you going to show me?" Dreya paused as if she weren't annoyed, but not pleased at the same time. "Just to see beyond,"she said shortly,"It'll be easy for you, I'm sure." And she started to give her next step, but I spoke again. "Can you do it,"I asked curiously. Dreya rolled her eyes,"Well, no. I don't have the Sight." I scoffed,"Then why should YOU be showing me this?"

For some reason, Dreya smiled. "You do catch on to the smallest things,"she said casually,"It was told to me by family to family about what the Sight could do. Well, at least a small peice of it." I watched her for a minute to see if I could spot a lie. "What is it,"I asked sharply. "Just watch,"Dreya said cryptically,"It'll be a great surprise!" I hate surprises. They come unexpected, and I prefer to know what's coming. That's where this stupid sight thingy will come handy. No more surprises.

I suddenly grabbed Dreya's wrist. I closed my eyes, and said,"Zoom." Nothing happened. "Poof,"I ordered,"Come on. Do you're zing zang thang." Dreya pried my hand off of her wrist. "What are you doing,"she said skeptically,"You know that talking to yourself is a sign that you're going insane." It's not my fault my sight wasn't working. I wanted to see what was going to happen. Though, maybe I need Daviel around to trigger it. That's not fair. I need to learn to do it myself!

"What's the next sign,"I asked sarcastically. Instead of glaring at me, Dreya replied without a second thought,"Hearing voices." Wow. Now I'm more informed. "I would have figured it would be seeing non-existant beings,"I muttered in slight disagreement. "Seeing as we're sitting right here without a projector or any drug influenced power...we do happen to exist. So even then, you don't see non-existant beings. That's saying that you haven't reached your 'special' sign,"Dreya lectured, using her fingers to quote the 'special'.

"Seeing as vampires can't possibly exist in this world, I AM seeing my 'special' sign. Therefore, I must be induced by drugs or vampires are posterboard projections that have been possessed by sick little kids," I letured in return. Dreya just stared at me for a moment. "He picked a perfect holder,"she suddenly muttered. "If you're talking about God, I'll have you know that that idiot is so high on himself that he literally flies higher than space itself," I said sarcastically in annoyance.

"There isn't an end to space,"Dreya stated shortly. "That's what the scientists say,"I snapped...suddenly having a debate arguement,"and the scientists have never even wandered far enough to know. They just went to a certain spot and looked. Then they assumed 'hey, I don't see a finish line. It obviously never ends'. You may say the books say it, but the books were made by scientists. For all YOU know, just a couple of billions and millions and kazillions light years from pluto could be this white wall that you run into. And as for those stupid worm holes...they're probably the key to throwing you at that white wall!"

"And for all YOU know, God could exist. You thought VAMPIRES didn't exist, and now what,"Dreya said sharply,"Shut up and pay attention to our goal at hand. You get off subject quicker than my two year old nefew." I glared at her for a second. "You know they have pills for people with A.D.D. Maybe you should check on it,"Dreya suggested. "Fine, I'm listening,"I said, figuring it wasn't worth pushing the fight. "Reeelax,"Dreya said slowly.

"How,"I said in annoyance. "You're in the comfort room. Breathe in, breathe out. God, you should know the drill,"Dreya said, once again with that air about her that said she wasn't annoyed, but wasn't happy about me either. I took a deep breath, and started to let myself relax. "Don't you kill me,"I warned Dreya,"Or Jestin will get you for that. We all know what a push-over Daviel is." It didn't take long after that to get Dreya's slow answer (as if saying it slowly calmed me down).

"I'm not going to kill you,"she said as if that were the most stupidest thing to say,"Now close your eyes." I hesitated before doing such a trusting thing. So now I was relaxed along with my eyes closed. Just closing my eyes caused the muscles in my jaw tense, and somehow Dreya saw this. "Stupid werewolves,"she muttered before saying,"You've got to trust the area around you or it's not going to work. Relax, and listen." I could unclench my jaw to loosen the tenseness of the muscle, but my mind was sharply listening.

That's probably why she said werewolves. In those short times with them, I had already gained their instinct. Now that I thought about it, this must be weird. I've obtained the instinct of the wolves, yet I haven't even became SLIGHTLY one. All in five days worth of training. I must infer a lot or something. "I want you to imagine the world around you has disappeared,"Dreya stated just as slowly. And oddly, her talking slowly did seem to slip me into deeper relaxation. Almost as if I were starting to fall asleep.

Hypnosis?

I focused on the world around me disappearing. I zoned out enough so that this was a breeze to me. All I focused on was Dreya's next order in the darkness of the disappeared world. "In your minds eye, you see an extremely tall, steel gate,"Dreya said in her hypnosis way. I imagined this gate, figuring it would look exactly as I figured. "Steel to the minds eye, but paper to you,"Dreya said simply. And just like that, the steel quivered in front of me as if I could blow it down easily.

I still didn't get this.

"There are things behind this easily breeched wall that you need...you want to know; to see,"Dreya told me. The curiousity got ahold of me, and I don't even know what I'm curious about. This all seemed too stupid to me. "The steel, or paper in your case, wall is as silver as my own eyes,"Dreya continued to narrorate,"In fact, the gate practically is my eyes. You want to get pass it to know and see what's beyond it." Oh, the curiousity was killing me to death. What is this about? It's so stupid!

"The silver paper walls are so weak, that by a look you could dissolve through it and know everything without trying,"Dreya told me. I looked at the imaginary wall, actually feeling as if only a look could tear it down. And I do find that I want to know what's behind it. Why am I just sitting here staring at this wall? Why don't dissolve through it with just a look? "Open your eyes, Ivy. Look into my eyes...the wall...and with a look, just walk through it,"Dreya ordered, suddenly switching from slow speech to a snappish one.

My eyes snapped open, and I saw Dreya's eyes that actually DID look like the weak wall. And before I knew it, I was being drowned. Non-stopped words were talking loudly into my ears, along with a fast pace slideshow. Then I could make out another person, and before I knew it...I was going through a different jungle of words and picture. I saw more and more people, and different words and pictures appeared that led me to different words and different pictures. I was literally drowning.

And then I was blind.

I found that even though there had been nothing actually--physically--suffocating me, I wasn't breathing. I gasped for a long needed breath. The pair of hands that were being pressed hard against my eyes were ripped off, and instead were snatching my head. "It WORKED,"Dreya yelled with such shock and surprise. Yet, I was just gasping for my air, and trying to blink out my drowning moment from my head. "It was,"I said, swallowing air between jumbles of words,"It was just an...imaginary wall. I...don't get it."

"Daviel wasn't kidding when you learned things too quickly,"Dreya said, yet smiling in amazement,"I figured it would take FOREVER for you to get it, but on the first try? That was great!" I literally shoved Dreya off of me. I snapped into sitting position. "I'm glad YOU found it amuzing, but I would like to know what you just had me nearly die over,"I yelled out at her. Dreya looked slightly shocked at this accusation. Well, it's true. I blame her!

"I wouldn't allow anything to kill you. I didn't think you'd get in it like that,"Dreya assured me, slightly quieter. "Get in what,"I snapped. All this cryptonic codes is just pissing me off. "You just went through my mind,"Dreya said, suddenly sounding proud of me. I shook my head,"Well if that first part was YOUR mind, then what about all the other parts. ALL the other parts! Different voices were saying stuff I couldn't even make out because they were saying everything at once!"

And this is where Dreya's all-knowing act faltered. "You saw more than one mind,"she asked in confusion. I scoffed,"If that's what you're saying I was doing, then yes." Dreya looked around the room suspiciously,"There isn't anyone else in this room. Whose mind were you looking into, then?" I glared at her,"The minds of whatever was in YOUR mind. Thanks a lot, Dreya. It was fun nearly dying, but I think I've had enough great fun today. And the rest of my pathetic life while I'm at it."

I stood up and stalked out of the room.