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"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"

"I can help you control your powers" he said. I blinked, once, twice.

"What?" I frowned, not believing a word he said, I could already feel the anger simmering within me. He rolled his eyes.

"I can-" And then I snapped…

"This isn't a fucking game Eddie! So stop playing around! First you tell me you know me better than anyone else and now you tell me you can help me? Do you not understand how much you're messing with my head?!" I yelled angrily. He looked taken a back but that soon disappeared from his face.

"You think I'm joking?! I do know you better and I can help you! Why on earth would you think I'm purposely trying to mess with your?! You're right, this isn't a game, so stop making it seem like one!" He cried out in frustration.

"Because you know I can't hurt you! You're using your im-"

"Patricia!" He exclaimed frustrated, pushing me against the tree behind us and gripping my shoulders. I gasped at the contact, he did it so fast I wasn't expecting it. I looked gingerly at the space between us, we were within such a close proximity I could feel his warm breath fan over my face. I didn't like it. In fact I hated it.

"Look at me" He ordered, I reluctantly lifted my eyes from the ground to meet his "You know me as much as I know you, but you can't remember, think I know you're capable of remembering, come on Trixie"

I stared at him in confusion, what I was supposed to be remembering was beyond me, but all I knew was that as I heard the sound of my old nickname, something in my head clicked. But not one memory of Joy flashed up in my head, someone else used it…

"Trixie!" I ignored the voice of my cry baby twin sister.

"Trixie!"

"TRIXIE!"

"What?!" I shouted, annoyed that my cry baby sister ruined my painting time.

"We're going to the park!" She called. I frowned, I didn't want to go to the playground,it's boring, icky and people are stupid.

"I don't wanna!" I grumbled, to myself. But of course my sister always wants to get me in trouble and doesn't keep her stupid mouth shut.

"Mummy! Patricia said she's not coming with us!" Piper yelled. I frowned, why did she have to tell my mum everything?

"Patricia! Put your shoes on, we're going to the park!" My mother ordered.

"But mummy I haven't finished my painting!" I argued.

"You can finish that useless painting later!" My mother grumbled, while putting Piper's coat and shoes on. I sighed and walked to the coat hanger, where I got my coat and wrapped it around me, as well as slipping my black boots onto my feet. Piper slipped through the door and I began to follow her until my mum dragged me by my hood, to where she was standing behind me.

I looked up in confusion, eyeing my mother's stern and furious face. That look only meant one thing What did I do now?

"Now what happens when we go out in public?" She asked. Ahh my daily warning, I should have realised this. My mummy gave me this warning every time we went out. Whether it was to go shopping or to a party. It was the same thing every time, it was basically a daily ritual now.

"I must keep my hands to myself, talk to no one, and stay as far away from the family as possible" I recited.

"Good girl" My mum nodded "And what happens if you don't?"

"I get locked in the cupboard for 10 minutes" I answered.

"Good girl" She nodded, then opened the door for me to walk through.

…

When we entered the park a group of kids my age.

"Do you want to play with us?" A boy asked, with a toothy grin. Piper giggled and nodded.

"Sure! My name's Piper!" The boy looked towards me expectantly and I almost nodded, until I met my mother's stern stare. I shrunk under my hair, and shook my head.

"Okay then! Come on Piper" He said running off. I sighed.

"Good girl" I heard my mum whisper in my ear. I nodded softly and walked away on my own. As I walked, I watched as all the others kids would run around giggling and having fun. But I wasn't allowed to do that. My mother said they would call me weird and disgrace her, I didn't want that.

I crossed the swing sets, the slides and walked over to my favourite spot, the picnic benches, near the end of the playground. No one ever came here and no one saw me, but I saw them. I would usually sit here so I could be away from my mother's threatening gaze. I didn't like the way she looked at me, she looked angry. I didn't like it when she looked like that.

Suddenly, out of the open, a blue ball bounced onto the picnic table. I looked up towards the direction of where the ball came from and scowled.

"What's your problem!" I exclaimed. A blonde boy, with golden brown eyes, walked over with a smirk planted on his face.

"Jheeze I'm sorry poopy pants, it was an accident!" He said. My scowl deepened.

"I'm not the poopy pants, you're a poopy pants!" I grumbled, folding my arms across my chest. Then my mother's words run through my head 'What do we do when we're in public?' 'Don't talk to anyone'

I sighed and turned around. Mummy wouldn't be happy if she saw my talking to someone, especially a boy. The boy chuckled.

"You're funny when your grumpy, what's your name?" He asked. I looked down and played with my fingers, keeping quiet. Mummy said don't talk to anyone.

"Hey, did I make you upset? I was only kidding" The boys voice said again.

"My mummy said, I can't talk to anyone" I mumbled, hiding my face under my hair. I heard his footsteps make their way to opposite me, why was he still here?

"Why?"

"Because I'm weird" I mumbled. He was silent for a second.

"Well you're mommy's a butthead!" He exclaimed, I my head shot up as my eyes widened, did he just call my mum a butthead? What if she was to hear this? I would be in so much trouble!

"I think you're pretty cool, no one's called me a poopy head before, I'm Eddie what's your name?" He said, offering me goofy grin. I stared at him in shock, no one's ever wanted to be my friend before and he doesn't think I'm weird. I felt myself smiling at this.

"Patricia" I said. He put his hand on his chin, thinking.

"Patricia" He repeated, deep in thought " I'm going to call you Tricia" I frowned.

"No, I don't like that, call me Trixie" I demanded. He shook his head, a playful smirk on his face.

"No I like Tricia" He stated. I groaned, which caused him to laugh.

"So Tricia, do you want to play ball with me?" He asked, his blonde hair flopping over his face. I looked at the ball, and then to him, and smiled.

"Okay!" I said enthusiastically, jumping off of the bench.

"First one to get the ball between those two trees, wins" He said, pointing to two trees that stood in front of us. I nodded, smiling at the challenge.

"On three" I declared. He nodded, picking up his ball and walking towards the space beside us.

"Okay, One…Two, Three" He rushed the last two counts before, running off with the ball. I gasped.

"Hey that's cheating!" I yelled angrily, running after him.

"Too bad! You have to catch up with me now, Tricia!" He teased.

"Tricia" Eddie's soft voice brought me out of my trance, his golden eyes staring at me with concern. The intensity of his gaze almost left me breathless. I wasn't used to this at all.

"You kind of zoned out for a bit, are you alright?" He asked. I shook myself out of my frozen state and looked at him.

"I-I" I stuttered, trying to find my voice. It felt as if all the words I wanted to express were stuck in my throat.

"Did you remember?" He asked, his eyes widened as his golden hazel iris filled with hope. I wanted to tell him that I remembered and that I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him that I would have never dreamed of him being a childhood friend. I wanted tell him that I was sorry for being so horrible to him, when he was my first and only friend.

But I couldn't. I had no idea how to tell him all of this. I'm not good with emotions; we can't exist in the same area. So instead I said…

"No, not at all"

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