Chapter 8: State of My Head

It was the fifth day of school, Friday, and Morgan was still weirded out by what happened in history class on the first day. Obviously she didn't tell Dean or Sam about what happened. She thought she was going crazy. But maybe it was just a coincidence. Today, she was bored out of her math class and she's just waiting for the class to end so she could go to lunch. There were maybe ten minutes left of class, and Morgan simply did not want to do anymore math problems. The teacher raised her hand to grab the chalk, and out of nowhere, the little white stick of slid itself across the chalk ledge, out of the teacher's reach. Naturally, Morgan looked around the classroom with suspicion, looking for a possible cause. After the last few months of her life with her father and uncle, she knew better than to let that go.

Her head began to pound as it seared with pain as she felt a migraine take over. The teacher walked over to the other side of the chalk ledge and grabbed the little piece of chalk and moved to write. Morgan already had a migraine, she didn't want to do more math work and add insult to injury. The second the teacher went to write on the board, Morgan's fist clenched, and her migraine vanished for only a moment as the entire chalk board cracked. There were gasps and whispers around the room as the Teacher's hands shook. She dropped the chalk and took a few steps back from the board, gripping the cross on her necklace. Morgan's heart was racing. She felt what she did as the migraine came flooding back. The moment the bell rang for lunch, Morgan grabbed her stuff and ran out of the classroom, leaving the whispering students behind. As she rushed through the hallway, she ran into someone, hard. Her math binder and pencil bag flew out of her hands and fell onto the floor along with the binder and a book from the other person.

"Hey, are you okay?" It was Jonah. She glanced up and realized how close his blue eyes were to her face. She dropped to the floor and scrambled to grab her things before standing upright, so quickly that her head felt like it was spinning as the migraine pounded inside her skull. He reached out to touch her shoulder, "Are you oka-"

"Don't touch me," His hand jerked back. Did she do that? Morgan thought she was going crazy. She felt like her brain was on fire, or even melting away inside her head.

"Morgan, you're shaking," Jonah reached out for her again, but Morgan didn't want that.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped at him, and he was physically pushed away from her. She ran to the girl's bathroom and locked the door so no one could get in. She dropped her bag on the far wall and leaned against the wall, sliding down as she held her head. It was hurting her so much. She just wanted it to stop. As the pain rocked through her, her shaky hands fumbled through her bag to grab a ball, the one she used to always had in her backpack before she moved because Zoey would almost always be on the front porch when she got home from school, she would just play fetch with her dog across the front yards on her side of the street. She put the ball by her feet, making sure it wasn't moving. She concentrated on the ball and the idea that she wanted it to move. Nothing happened as her head continued to pound, and then she had an idea. Morgan imagined grabbing the ball and rolling it as she kept her hands down in her lap. She imagined grabbing the ball and rolling it across the floor, and then it did.

The ball rolled across the floor without her physically touching it, and she almost smiled. The headache wasn't quite as bad anymore. She willed the ball to roll back to her before picking it up in her hands, feeling the rubber under her fingers. This time, she extended her hand and opened it, the ball resting on her open palm. She imagined lifting the ball, and the headache subsided. The ball, all by itself, floated up maybe a foot or two above her head. She heard someone walking towards the bathroom in the quiet hallway, and she looked at the lock. The door unlocked and the ball dropped back into her hand as she scrambled to her feet and calmed herself down. As the bathroom door opened and a girl came in. They exchanged smiles as the girl walked into one of the stalls and Morgan walked out of the bathroom. She made her way to lunch, a nervous yet interested look on her face.

A few hours later…

Morgan was sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor. Zoey was sitting on her bed, watching the teenager from slightly higher ground. She grabbed the ball and set it on the floor. She had already finished her homework, and she needed to test it again. Maybe she was dreaming, but her splitting headache would only go away when she used this newfound ability. Morgan focused on the ball and imagined that she was picking it up with her hands. She watched the ball float upwards into the air. But then, it dropped to the floor as she had a different idea. She imagined herself floating upwards, just a few inches. In that moment, Morgan floated up from the ground. Though, it wasn't just a few inches.

It seemed like she was underwater, her hair swirling about in chestnut tendrils as if an ocean current was flowing through it. Her legs uncrossed as she drifted upward toward the ceiling. She flipped herself around and had her back on her bedroom ceiling. Zoey barked at Morgan on the ceiling as the teenager tried to stifle her laughter. She thought that this whole shenanigans of laying on the ceiling was hilarious. It was crazy and absurd, and yet it was real. A thought ran through her mind that had reminded her of her mother's death. She wished she knew she could do this before. If she had, she could have saved her mother, maybe even helped protect them earlier on before the demons had gotten to close. She had power. Real power. But then it didn't seem so cool when she spotted her father standing in the doorway.

"What the hell is going on?!" Dean roared from the doorway. She lost concentration and fell straight to the floor. She was luck that the ceilings were only maybe ten feet high, though based on how it felt, she might've slowed her fall slightly before she smacked into the floor.

"Don't you knock?" She snapped at her father as she sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor.

"Okay one, I am your father and you are under my roof, I don't have to knock. Two, the door was already open. Now tell me, what the hell were you doing?" He asked her again, this time without yelling at her.

"Watch," she told him as she looked at his pocket, willing his wallet to slide out of his pocket and float out in front of him. Then, she mentally opened the wallet and pulled out a twenty. Just to be funny, she folded the twenty in half and stuck it in the breast pocket of his flannel before putting the wallet in his hand.

"Come with me. We're gonna talk to Sam about this," Her father told her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the bedroom and dragged her with him to the main room where Sam looked like he was working on a case.

"Dad, it's not that big of a deal," she tried to tell him as Sam looked up and gave the two of them a weird look as Dean dragged Morgan up to him.

"What's going on?" Sam asked. Morgan was about to tell him, but Dean stopped her.

"I want you to show him," Dean ordered and she nodded. With a sigh, Morgan looked at Sam's laptop, forcing it to close. "That's not what I'm talking about. Show him what you were doing when I showed up in your room," Dean told her and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but you have to be quiet and not snap at me. I fell because you broke my concentration," Morgan told her father and he rolled his own eyes just as she had.

"Whatever, just do it."

"What is she doing?" Sam asked but Morgan shushed him.

"Just watch," she told her uncle as she closed her eyes and took a breath. She imagined herself floating upwards, and just like that, she did. Sam scooted back slightly in his chair as his niece drifted up through the air. This time, instead of laying on the ceiling, she sat criss cross wit her head tilted back, facing her father and Sam on the floor.

"What the hell?" Sam said slightly loudly, causing Morgan to lose focus. She dropped from the ceiling.

Dean yelled, "God! Damn it, Sam!" as Morgan screamed, her body dropping through the air. At the last second, her new ability caught her, forcing her to stop mid air, just inches from the ground.

"What the f-" Morgan was cut off as the ability let go of her and she dropped the last couple inches, her face smacking into the tiled floor. She lifted her head and saw her father and uncle give her the same looks of concern. Dean looked to Sam and then back to Morgan.

"Alright Kiddo, just to be sure, I want you to move Sam's book across the table," Dean told her. She nodded and did exactly what he wanted. The book slid across the table. "Sam, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Her uncle nodded.

"What?" Morgan asked and the two of them as they seemed to have a conversation without words.

"You're moving things with your mind, right?" Sam asked her and she laughed awkwardly.

"Sure, you could call it that. It's more I'm imagining moving things with my hands or whatever and off they go," She explained. Waiting for them to tell her what they were thinking was pulling at her very core. It was killer anticipation that made her somewhat afraid of what they were going to say. The teenager half expected to hear them call her a freak, which she was beginning to believe she was. But they had an answer that she needed from there.

"Morgan, how long have you been aware of this ability?" Sam asked her.

"Not long. I had an incident with it last week."

"And?"

"Well, she had rubbed me the wrong way earlier in the day. When we were in History class, I noticed her in the back of the room and her pen was jammed. I thought it would be funny if the pen exploded. I had a bad migraine, then it stopped when I heard the girl scream. I looked back at her and saw that her pen exploded all over her."

"You said you had a migraine?"

"Yeah, and today at school, I had a really bad one. It was minor at first, but then towards the end of math class I just didn't want to do anymore work. The chalk slid away from the teacher but then she picked it up and went to write, but the chalkboard cracked like it was glass. I ran out of class when the bell rang and ran into Jonah. He asked me if I was okay and reached for my shoulder but I told him not to touch me and he was physically moved back. That's what really made me freak out. Then I hit in the bathroom and I have this ball that I used to keep in my backpack for Zoey and I moved it. This all happened really fast today so when I got home and finished my homework I got really excited and wanted to mess around with it. I'm sorry, I know I'm a freak. But I was afraid the migraine would come back if I didn't-"

"Morgan, calm down. No one is mad at you," Dean told her. Sam had an odd smile that hinted at slight astonishment.

"You're not a freak," he reached out and held her hand. "You're a psychic."