Entry number twelve

I have a new family. I actually have been living with them for a while, but only now I officially am a member of this strange family that I am yet to believe that they are just a average family in this not average world. I might not hate them, maybe Luke for obvious reasons, but he is trying to become a better person ever since that day. Maybe the 'It will hurt me more than it will hurt you' logic is what happened to him. Who knows? Probably not, because he almost killed me and I stay in this room for days and I didn't even go to the bathroom to pee. It definitely hurted me more.

But I can't stop the thought that he had to use his psychic powers to pin me. He couldn't touch me because I am a ghost and I was afraid during that time. There still are so many things that I don't know about this world and about my own body that are making me curious. Thoughts like that were what triggered today's events.

"Tell me again the difference between ghosts and ghost types." I asked to Clara, my mother. Man, it's strange to call this family as mine. Probably because I spent 15 years having others people to call as family.

"Ghost types are people who Yveltal send back to Xerneas and get the right to live once more. Since the are reborn, most of them lack physical matter and none of them have a way to be reborn again. True ghosts are lost souls who were forgotten by Yveltal and live without physical matter or destiny. But you..." She said looking directly at my eyes. "Luke told us that you had fall from the sky. You died and weren't reborn, yet you obtained a ghost type and have physical mass. The reason might be that since you are human, you have a different way to get your life back. If only my aura was stronger."

"What do you mean?" I asked curious, know more about powers really makes me excited by how much I still don't know.

"Well, since you don't know much about aura." She said rolling her eyes. It probably isn't that interesting when you live with the said power your entire life. "There are three aura layers in everyone. The first layer is the emotional layer, where every emotions take form as colors. Dominating it makes you capable to identify when someone is lying or sad, it's the easiest and hardest layer to penetrate since most doesn't have a way to protect it, but dark and psychic type and lucarios have a natural protection that prevent the inexperienced aura and mind reader. There also are people that creates their own shield by having complex thoughts."

"Some people even has the ability to create shields to the ones who don't have a mind strong enough to protect itself." Luke said right behind be, making me jump surprised.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since you two started to talk about aura. This house isn't that big."

"You could at least warn us before interrupting like that?" Carla said.

"Alright. It's not like I am a ghost or something like that to make you don't notice me."

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"Was that a joke?" I asked, a bit offended I must admit.

"The internet told me that jokes are easy. That liar." He murmured taking his cellphone out of the pocket and leave.

"That was sudden." Carla said, shaked her head and looked at me. "Do you still want to know about aura?"

"Maybe later. I have another thing to do." I said and followed my *Sigh* brother. I was sitting on the couch, looking at something on his cellphone. I came a bit closer to him and looked at what he was reading, only to be surprised by he dropping it on the couch and take me with his Psychic and throw me to the other part of the couch.

"Didn't anyone told you to not spy other people's cellphones?" Luke said in a angry tone. I froze for a moment, but remembered that I can hurt his pride as self-defense.

"Didn't anyone told you to not spy other people's minds?" I said properly sitting up and crossing my arms. Five seconds and I still alive, he won't kill me. I looked at his eyes and noticed his frustration.

"I hate you." He and took his cellphone back. "Life was good before you came."

"And it still is good, since no one notice my existence." My God! Two times in the same day. I really want to die again.

"Yes, I said that and many other things about you." He said, but I wasn't sure if he was angry because of me or because of himself. "Can't we just forgive and go on?"

"Probably not, considering that you almost did the same thing that you did last time." Thrice. God, please forgive me from all my sins. Luke grunted and literally shoved his cellphone in my face, making it pass through me. That is the first time that I am capable to feel how it's to don't be solid and having something in me.

"Dammit. That is another thing that I hate about you." He took his arm out of me and pointed to his phone using his other hand. "Here what I was looking at." He said and take a quick look.

"Anger control?"

"Anger control." He confirmed. "Thanks to you, I am trying to make things get right. But it's hard, the proof of its difficult is that I tried to hit you with a phone."

"It's hard to do something new and that you don't like. But it is an improvement." I said trying to light his mood. "You can use it to get many opportunities in your future, like get a new job or a girlfriend. You can-" I wished to continue, but I received a glare from him that made me stop.

"I hate you." He said and returned his focus to the phone.

That was everything important that happened during this day. Luke didn't directly talk to me during the rest of the day and I decided to don't talk to him, fearing that I leaved him in the edge of his patience. I shouldn't have talked much with him.

I fear that he might try to do something while with this anger. Times like this makes me wonder why someone like him saved me.

I dropped my pen and closed my notebook. I put my hands on my face.

"Why am I so pathetic?"