Eight

The rest of my nights were hunted. I had dreams I couldn't discern. Like I have a (new) mother that always amaze me. I just can't understand her. She frightens me sometimes. Sylvia is always there whenever I need help. Even without speaking, she knows what I want. It's scary, and I'm beginning to believe that she reads my thought. It's okay if she has like my gift (and that nearly impossible cause my type of breed is rare) but I just can't live with it. I feel insecure, very insecure because I can't get to her thoughts even with my gift. It's ridiculous.

I've spent a few days in her home, supposedly mine, and truly I've had the best of comfort, but I just feel unfulfilled ( i abandoned my purpose). Besides, I don't trust Sylvia, I wish I could but of course I'm this curious girl with fantasies.

***

I heard a crack on my door and Sylvia walked in. I tried to shake off my thoughts before she got to my bed. It's morning already, she brought me sandwich and coffee (morning routine).

" Good morning my love, how are you doing? " She said in her always happy tone. Sometimes I wonder if she ever gets worried about anything. Sylvia is perfect but I'm a mess.

“Fine mum” I yawned and stretched like I was just waking up. “ How was your night? ”

I always ask about her night because mine has never been good and the atmosphere in this house changes at night. It's always very quiet. Fine, it's just the two of us living here but...

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. All the same, her night is worth a question.

“ Perfect! ” She dropped the tray and sat.

Her voice echoed in my head. 'Perfect?'  Nothing is perfect here.

"Just waking up?" She asked. I assumed it was just a statement that needed no answer.

Of course, I'm still in pyjamas.

My mum (Sylvia) wakes up as early as a bird. She's trying to teach me that too, but I can't be her. I'm Katty.

She slowly reached for my hands and wrapped hers around it. I felt warmed.

"Katty, you're resuming school tomorrow, I've made the necessary preparations..."

My heart cracked on hearing this. School?

I'm not ready. I have a quest. 

I've just been here for a few days. Why school?

Aargh!

"School?" I gasped.

"Yes love" She smiled, her angelic smile. "It's necessary..."

"Yeah, it's fine. T... Thanks so much" I had to stop her. I hate sermons.

I hate school. I love to learn but  in school I don't live.

There are so many things in school I'm afraid of. I'm different. I'll be jeered at. I'm one of the few Caucasians that have asthma. I might be the only one in the school. My hair colour... Everything about me is weird. And my gifts, which I'm supposed to be proud of, will definitely bring shame upon me. I'll be called a witch. A Witch!

I'll be despised as a witch.

"There  would be no problem in this school trust me" Sylvia said.

That fell like a pin was pierced into my heart. She read my thoughts again. She is a witch, a beautiful witch, or she's just got  a gift like mine.

Oh! 

 I just sounded like the girls back then in school oh my god!

 Those girls, if only they had asked me first before believing I was a witch.

 So I'm going to ask. That will be hard though.

"Sylvia... Huh..." I trailed off. What the hell do l want to say.

Are you a witch? Or do you read thoughts? Oh my God! She might be listening to my thoughts right now.

“Huh… Sylvia… Can I ask a question?”

She smiled. A smile that melted the icy feel of my fingers. I wish she knew what I was about to say. Maybe she'll understand that she's not supposed to smile.

“Come on, go ahead”

“Mph” I swallowed. Asking a question has never been this hard.

" Don't take my words to heart… I'm just curious” I paused, it was a compulsory reflex action.

I asked myself for the last time if it was really necessary to ask. I should ask now or never.

“You give answers to my thoughts most of the time, do you read thought? Or how do you do it?” I asked and regretted immediately.

Damn me!

That was too straightforward!

**Sylvia's POV**

Oh my God!

That question! I'm stuck…

She's just a child. I can't answer. I don't want to lie to her. How will she take it? I'm a witch and I love her. If she leaves, I'll kill myself.

***

“Are you sure you want to know?” Sylvia asked.

“Yes, i want to know, please”

“Huh…” She tried again. “ Yes, it's one of my gifts…”

My jaw dropped. I felt hot like I was burning within. She just proved my doubts and it hurts deeply. She reads minds just like me and I feel to insecure about it. 

My face turned pale red. She has actually been reading my thoughts all these while. She knows everything, all I've ever thought of. It's a hard truth. My weird imaginations, she knows EVERYTHING.

Right now, I wish the ground has a door. It would have been easier to yank off the door and plum myself into it. How embarrassing?

Just a question before I kill myself.

'Huh…” I tried to talk but she was faster.

“I… I use my gifts well Katty, I don't use it all the time" She said softly.

Like a simple way of saying 'I'm sorry for the invasion'

Damn you!

I screamed in my head. What gut? She just used the damn gift again!

“Come on Katty, don't give me that look” She chuckled.

“I'm not a ghost, it's just a gift”

'Yeah, a gift'. I said beneath my breath. 'A gift that I have.'

“Come on Katty, everyone has gifts. I'm sorry if you're angry” she embraced me and with that I was calmed totally.

“I have gifts too Sylvia” 

“Yes, I know your gift” She smiled. “ You read thoughts also”

“Yes, I do” I wasn't  surprised this time. Mum has GIFTS…

“But I can't read yours?” I pointed out.

"Katty, I'm an adult and your mum”