follow three important rules;Always guard my abilityNever share my secret
And pretend to be normal.
However, those three little rules don’t make my life easier. I still find dead
people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy
who doesn’t exist. Whenever we cross path’s he mists away like smoke on a
mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper.As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one
who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am.
My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It
comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping it.
Instinctively, I turned around, expecting to see someone but instead I lost my balance and
stumbled forward, arms extended to catch my fall. I landed on my knees, my hands scraped by
broken twigs and rocks. I shifted my focus from my hands to a crumbling neighborhood further
off in the distance. Barely visible through heavy fog, the dilapidated buildings had a rippling
effect. There was no clear explanation for it, but looking back on that moment later, I realized the
nausea, dizziness, little black dots floating across my eyes, even the black crows passing
overhead, were all precursors to what was about to happen.
The ground rumbled and opened up, like a woman spreading her arms wide to take me in. There
was only one frightening explanation for this and as absurd as it seemed, it made sense.
Body dowsing. Someone was waiting for me in the limitless black hole beneath my feet.”