Chi you fucking dickhead mate, who do you think you are popping up after 2 months of no writing, you suck!...*nervously laughs* I can explain. Basically if you follow me on twitter you would know that I've been on a month's hiatus because of my exams, I was going to post the notice on here but I LITERALLY had no time, on the bright side, I got an A* in my poetry exam! Are you proud? Are you Are you?

Anyyywaaay I am so sorry for the delay, here is the massively overdue chapter that I haven't had time to edit…teehee! Enjoy!

RECAP:

"What part of 'no one talks to me around here' do you not understand Edison" I snapped.

"But why? What's so bad about you that everyone in your own house doesn't even spare a glance at you?" He exclaimed. I was stunned by his sudden outburst, was he …standing up for me? I felt warm feeling in my chest at the thought.

"You don't know me, you don't know what I can do" I said, removing my hand from his grip and turning myself around. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I winced, I wasn't used to people touching me, well except for Trudy. My heart pounded against my chest as I felt his breath against me ear.

"Trust me, I do, I know more about you that anyone else does…even yourself" And then he was gone.

I know more about you that anyone else does…even yourself

Even yourself

Even yourself

More…than anyone else

Even yourself

YOURSELF

His soft voice continued to ring through my head, those particular words never vanishing. Words could not describe how stunned I was, it had been three days and I hadn't spoken a word. Literally, and I could tell Trudy was starting to get worried.

"Patricia" I ignored her, and continued to pick at my soggy cereal. It was a Saturday morning and Trudy wouldn't let me go outside. She was convinced I was depressed and I needed help.

"Patricia" She spoke urgently. Okay so maybe it didn't help that I hadn't been talking for a whole week but that didn't mean I wasdepressed.

"PATRICIA!" She yelled. I didn't even flinch as I looked away from my cereal and towards Trudy, who was practically fuming. I didn't understand why she was so angry, I didn't want to talk, what's so bad about that?

"What's wrong with you? You haven't spoken to me all week" She commented, her eyes melting with worry and sadness. I couldn't take looking at them for any longer so I looked back down at my cereal, and continued to fiddle with it.

"No" She stated firmly, taking the bowl away from me "You are not dodging this question Patricia"

I sighed and looked up at her.

"I'm worried about you" She murmured softly. I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. The guilt was catching up with me. My careless actions were affecting the most amazing person in my life and I didn't even notice…brilliant Patricia, keep going.

"I'm sorry Trudy" I saw relief wash over her as she heard me speak, and it made me feel even more guilty. I must have really worried her.

"Oh Patricia" She said, walking over to take a seat next to me "There's nothing to be sorry about, I just care about you that's all" I nodded tiredly, genuinely exhausted by all of these emotions.

"I'm fine, just struggling a bit with school" I lied.

"But you've never had a problem with school before, what changed?" Trudy asked, but before I had the chance to answer, someone else entered the room.

"Hey Trudy, are you making some of your special cinnamon pancakes?" A giddy voice spoke from behind me. I couldn't help but feel relieved at the interruption; I didn't want to tell Trudy what was going on. Her job was hard enough, she didn't need my petty problems to add to it.

"Yes Alfie , just wait a moment" Trudy answered, walking to the kitchen. I took this as my chance to escape. Standing up from the seat I dashed passed Trudy and up the stairs. It's a Saturday and everyone's staying inside which means, I'm out of here. It was kind of a silent agreement between the house mates and I. If a day comes where we can all be in the house, I need to get out-simple.

It was a mutual decision, they don't want be burning stuff and I don't want to be around them for a whole day. That would be hell.

When I got to my room I grabbed my bag from inside my wardrobe. I quickly stuffed it with the essentials; my sketch book, pencils, my oyster card and my phone. Then I ran down the stairs and left Anubis house. Even though my departure was abrupt, I wasn't in the mood to deal with Trudy's motherliness, as much as I appreciated it.

I walked down the path, through the gates and left the boarding school ground . It was odd being outside the school grounds. I mean the point of going to a boarding school was to keep you in doors right? So I did, and very rarely I went outside like this. Lunch excluded.

I walked down to my local high street and waited for the bus. Everywhere was always busy on a Saturday. But it never ceased to surprise me when I saw the tonnes of people on the street, it was only eight am. I looked around and saw all the women with bags of shopping, men dressed in their suits with bags, and mothers with their annoying ,screaming children. It was quite overwhelming.

In a distance spotted the bus and stuck my hand out to summon it. Then as it stopped, I awkwardly climbed onto the bus and scanned my oyster card before walking off.

The stares...

That's the first thing I saw, the stares that you get when you enter an empty bus. For some reason the public just a reason to stare, like they've been taught to.

The first thing you must do is scan the subject, then assess whether they are just like you. If they are, look away, if they are not, narrow your eyes and continue to analyse them…

Bloody hell I'm not a fucking science project.

I walked through the tiny isle, ignoring the stares and sat at the very back. I noticed no one was sitting there so that would obviously be a good place to sit.

After a ten minute ride of watching fourteen year olds boys mess around on the bus, I finally reached my destination. The bus stopped in front of a very familiar sight that made me smile as I had gotten off.

The Park

The park was most definitely the highlight of my childhood, I was lucky enough to live very close to it and visited it every day. I looked at the sign that said 'Alesbury Park' with fondness and opened the gates to the space.

It still looked relatively the same as when I last saw it. The tarmac ground had been recently polished but the set of swings were still had the bad, along with the mini obstacle course right next to it. As well as this there was a set of baby swings in front it, with a hammock looking swing.

I walked up to my favourite set of swings, and sat on the seat of the swing. Gently I pushed the seat forward and let myself fall back. I looked at the rusty metal bar above and saw how the spider webs blew with the wind.

A couple of mother's entered through gates and their children ran past them happily, giggling and running around. I had to admit I was a bit jealous, I would kill to have had a childhood like that. Care free, nothing to worry about. It sounds wonderful.

However when I relocated my eyes to the little girl that was left behind, my content expression feel. Her brown hair laid over her face and she clung to her mother. Her mother whispered some words of encouragement before the little girl reluctantly entered the playground.

She didn't look happy like the others, I felt sorry for her. No child should have to feel like that. Before I knew it, I saw that the little girl was walking towards me and sat down at the swing next to me. I looked at her and then at her mum who was preoccupied, talking to another mother.

I frowned. Wasn't she bothered to at least check that her child was having fun? Why did she not care enough to do just that? I gingerly looked to my right and the little girl. Her head hung as she gently pushed on the swing, she didn't look to happy. I felt I gigantic urge to talk to her. So I did.

"Are you alright?" I whispered to the little girl. Her head rose as she stared at me in surprise, her platinum blue eyes full of innocence.

"Y-Yes thank you" She stuttered, her delicate voice breaking slightly. I felt my walls slightly falling down, she was so fragile, I couldn't treat her like I treated other people.

"Aren't you going to play with your friends?" I asked cautiously, sensing it was a soft topic. She shrugged her shoulders.

"No" She answered, her voice disappointed. "My mummy says I should try to make friends but I can't" I loved how children were so open, it made them easy to talk to.

"Why?" I was a bit surprised at how soft my voice sounded; I wasn't used to hearing that at all. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with water, enhancing her innocence.

"W-What if they don't like me?" She whispered. I smiled a genuine smile.

"I don't see why they wouldn't, you seem like a lovely girl" I said. Surprisingly the worry on her face didn't disappear.

"No they won't, they'll think I'm weird" She said, her bottom lip sticking out into a pout. I felt the rest of my walls crashing down. She sounded just like me when I was her age, sure it was because I had supernatural powers but it's still the same feelings. And soon enough I knew exactly what to say.

"So? Being normal is boring! Embrace your weirdness!" I said, crossing my eyes and sticking out my tongue. She giggled.

"And you never know…" I said lowering my voice and bringing my head to her ear "Maybe they're weird too" When I pulled away she had a huge grin on her face.

"You really think so?" She asked, her sweet innocent eyes, blazing with excitement. I nodded.

"I know so, now how about you walk over to them and ask to play" I suggested. The little girl put her finger on her chin as she thought about it. Then she nodded eagerly then ran off to the little boys and girls running around. I watched fondly as she walked away and shyly approached them.

"Can I play?" I heard her shyly ask one of the girls. The girl nodded saying 'of course-IT!" then tapping her before running away. The little girl looked surprise before giggling and chasing after her. I smiled and took this as my time to leave.

However when I opened the gate to leave I heard a high voice calling out to me. I turned around and was met with a little figure, running into my legs and hugging me. At first I was still, simply stunned by the gesture, but then hugged her small frame. She pulled back and looked up at me, her eyes gleaming.

"Thank you so much! You're the best teenager I've met, ever!" She squealed hugging me again. I chuckled.

"That's okay, just make sure you remember it's alright to be weird, as long as you're true to yourself okay?" I found myself saying. She nodded.

"I will! Bye!" She said, running off with her friend. I smiled as I watched her before making my final exit.

…

After browsing shops and taking a walk around Liverpool I decided to go home. I knew I was in for it when I got home, Trudy had called be five times and I hadn't answered or called her back once. Not to mention it was five o'clock and I was no where close to being home .

Trudy was going to kill me.

I got on the bus...again the stares and sat down at the back. I really hope Trudy doesn't get too angry, I care too much to make her upset.

Then maybe you should have answered her damn calls Patricia.

Yeah I probably should have.

I got off the bus and approached the school gates, feeling heart pounding Against my chest. This is it Patricia, this is when you've finally done it. She's going to kill you and you're going to go to hell.

I approached the door of Anubis house gingerly. Constantly looking over my shoulder as if something was going to jump out of the trees.

Get a grip Patricia. I thought to myself.

I reached my hand out to knock on the door but before I had a chance to, the door swung open. The first thing I saw was Trudy's relieved face.

"Patricia !" She gasped before attacking me into a tight hug. My eyes widened as she gripped my sides, taking my breath away. Well…I wasn't expecting this.

"You're okay! Oh love I was so worried!" She said kissing my cheek. I smiled, stepping into the house. This wasn't the raging ball of fury I was preparing for but I'd definitely take this.

"Sorry Trudy" I muttered apologetically " I was-"

"Where on earth were you!" She yelled, her voice seeping with anger. And there it is.

"Trudy-"

"No you listen here!" She started before looking at the nosy crowd that started to form around us, then dragging me into the common room.

"You can't just run off like that Patricia, especially without telling me, what's gotten into you?" she yelled. I flinched at her tone, she's never been so angry with me before.

"I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to make you upset" I tried, but Trudy wasn't having it.

"No Patricia! Sorry isn't enough this time, what is wrong with you? For years now you've been avoiding everyone in this house like the plague. I thought it was a phase but nothing's changing, what's wrong?" I stared at her, my throat as dry as the sahara desert. I felt sick to my stomach, I wasn't ready to admit this, not when my housemates were just outside of the door.

"You don't understand" I mumbled turning around and facing the door. I heard her sigh.

"Then make me understand" She murmured softly. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Don't get angry Patricia, count to ten. One, Two…

"Patricia" Three, Four.

"Patricia" Five, six.

"PATRICIA!" Seven.

"Why don't you understand that everyone here loves you, you don't have to hide way" Then there was no use counting eight because I was pushed over the edge. I felt my whole body warming up and my anger boiling up, the lie she had told started to sink in.

"No! Cant you see Trudy they all hate me!" I cried, spinning myself around quickly my hand throwing out in frustration. But when I heard a female voice cry out in pain, my anger simmered. And I watched the dreadful seen, unfold before my very eyes.

Trudy sat crouched down on the ground, a hand on her face and whimpers escaping her mouth. Oh no. Not again.

"Trudy" I murmured, taking a step forward. She whimpered and moved away from me, revealing the tears that were escaping her eyes and the bright read mark, spread across her face. I looked at my hands. What have I done?

"Trudy!" Jerome's voice called from behind me, as he rushed over to help her up.

"What did you do to her?!" He roared, and I watched as the rest of our house mates gathered around Trudy as she cried. I felt my heart break.

"I-I –I didn't –" I stammered, tears beginnings to fill my eyes.

"Just go!" Fabian spoke up.

"But I-"

"Go!" Jerome bellowed. I flinched and ran out of Anubis House, and I didn't plan on stopping. What have I done? I hurt the one person who loved me unconditionally. I couldn't get the awful picture out of my head. Her broken face, that bright red mark. I'm a monster.

"Patricia!" I heard someone calling me. I ran faster, it was probably just Jerome trying to make me feel worse than I already did.

"Patricia! Wait up!" I didn't stop running, but soon I felt a hand tug my arm, forcing me to stop. I was spun around to come face to face with …Eddie? Oh great, he officially hates me.

"What do you want!" I growled. I didn't need more people yelling at me "What part of no one talks to me here do you not under-"

"Look just shut up for a second" He interrupted me, panting from the run "I can help you"

"What?" I asked, confusion clouding my thoughts.

"I can help you control your powers"

DUN-DUN-DUN!

Was that a good comeback? I hope it was, I will attempt to update this week but I'm not sure :s

Anyway to get back into the mojo of writing I started a blog so if you're interested in that, go to my twitter and the link will be there *at*HiddenRomantics

Until next time x