The Outcasts

It was a fairly warm day, the sun was shining at its fullest and there was barely a cloud in the sky to be seen. I didn't mind though because I saw the world differently than others and that was what made me sort of special. At least that was what my mother told me when I was only nine but I didn't see it at the time. Now I do. Kind of. I smelled fresh cut grass and the aromas of food nearby and even though I had just eaten, my stomach started to growl from the scent. I shook my head. "I got to start eating more or else this is going to happen a lot more than I like." I muttered to myself as I focused my attention on where I was headed. To the park. Which to me was relaxing and calming because there were sounds of laughter and talking and other people going about their days without a care in the world. Whereas I was dealing with some pretty freaky stuff back at my place. As in ghosts? A male's voice popped inside of my head and I quickly did a full turn to see who it might have been.

That night as I got ready for bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about that Cyrus guy. What did he want with me? Why did he suddenly make contact mentally? I knew I was special but why go through all the trouble to talk to me? Did I put out my emotions so strongly that someone else felt it? I had so many questions and nobody answered them. I tried to calm my mind by doing some meditation exercises but my mind still roamed. There was Jem as well. Why did you have to bring up that you’d help him find out what happened to him? I should have but I had to admit he was rather annoying at certain times of the day like when I had just finished classes for the day or when I got off from work and I think in order for him to have peace, he needs to know. Right? I moistened my lips and glanced over my shoulder to see him simmering in the dimness of the small light that sat on the counter top in the kitchen. Apart from myself, I wanted to go out and check on him but I couldn’t. There were a lot of que

Cyrus stepped through the door cautiously as if waiting for me to tell him to leave but I said nothing as he came in, observing the small confines of my apartment. The kitchen table sat up against the wall with a single chair tucked underneath it. My bedroom wasn’t far from it. The coffee pot sat on the counter near the stove and right next to it was the toaster that I used too often. I wasn’t much of a breakfast person and when I was hungry, I resorted to something light. I couldn’t say that wasn’t normal for some people but I went with it. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked him just to break the awkward silence that seemed to hang between us. Cyrus looked at me and only nodded. I went around him to open the fridge then back at him. “Anything in particular?”Cyrus took a breath and mumbled. “Coffee if you have it.” He looked at the dining room table and I noticed Jem giving me faces. I gave him a cold stare and mouth before Go Cyrus turned his attention to me again. “You don’