The Message .
Chapter five.
I’m not going to bore you going day by day what happened to me during that first month. It was all relatively the same; school, shopping, and hanging out with people. And of course mind reading. The whole month though my headache barely went away.
The only other weird thing that started going on was the man in black, and the black car. Everywhere I went, or at least most of the places there was the man in black, or the black car. I didn’t know whether they were really there though, or if it was my imagination. Sometimes when I looked they were there, and other times they were gone; in a blink of an eye. I was worried of course, but who wouldn’t be. I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Mina this time.
I stared down out my window at the man in black leaning against his car. He seemed to staring back at me, but I couldn’t tell because of his shades. I had seen him more today and in the past two days than I ever had before. In the past two days, I have also been able to do more than just be able to read minds. I can manipulate thoughts.
I was just about to turn around and head downstairs to get a snack when the man in black beckoned towards me with his left hand, which was covered in a black glove. I doubled back, frightened for my life. I peeked out again, and once again he beckoned me to go out and see him. Don’t ask me why, because honestly I have no clue. I must have been going crazy, but I decided to go out and see him. I wanted to figure out what he wanted from me. I could always manipulate his thoughts if he tried to do something to me, right?
Wrong.
When I softly closed the door so that my mom wouldn’t hear me going out, I felt something was wrong. I couldn’t read his thoughts. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t. I was stumped.
“It’s not going to work.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see the man leaning against the car, staring down at me. It almost looked as if he was chuckling to himself.
“Why no…” I was about to ask him why it wouldn’t when I realized something. In order for him to tell me that it wasn’t going to work, he would have to know what I was trying to do. In order for him to know what I was trying to do, he would have to know that I was trying to read his mind. And if he knew that I was trying to read his mind then he must know that I can read minds. I didn’t know who he was, but I didn’t like the thought of being around him any longer. I wanted to get back to the safety and the comfort of my room.
“Don’t go Sofia, I still need to talk to you.” This man just kept getting creepier and creepier by the second. I wanted to run, but there was something so intriguing about him that I forced myself to stay and listen to him.
“Alright,” I finally said, “I’m listening.” I strolled over to him and plopped myself down on the grass in front of him. Suprisingly, he sat down next to me. He looked younger now that I had a better look. Maybe in his early 20’s; possibly even still in his late teens.
“You can read minds, am I correct?” I paused for a moment, not sure if I should confirm this for him, but then I realized he probably knew already; so I shook my head slightly in confirmation.
“And manipulate them?” My jaw dropped slightly at this assumption of his, for I had just figured this part out yesterday.
“How did you” he cut me off.
“I’m the one asking the questions, you are the one answering.” Jeeze, this guy was pushy. “So yes or no, can you manipulate thoughts?” I nodded again. I figured I should just go along with him, I didn’t want to find out what happened when he got angry.
“How long have you been able to do these things?”
“About a month.”
“And have you told anybody at all about any of it?” He stared me straight in the eyes as he asked this. It made me think that this was the only question he had asked so far that he didn’t already know the answer to. I was going to say Mina, but then I thought better of her safety and decided if anything was going to happen to anybody, it was going to be me.
“No.” I said firmly; hoping he wasn’t able to read my thoughts. Apparently he couldn’t though, because he studied me, with his cold, gray eyes, and then stood up. He held out his hand to me and I grabbed it so he could help me up. I was about to ask him a question when I realized he was looking around anxiously, and I saw that nobody was on the streets. It was just the two of us, and it was getting dark. In an instant I realized what was wrong. I turned to run when I felt strong hands grab me from behind. I was being kidnapped. I went to scream but an awful smelling rag was shoved onto my face and the last thing I remember was being thrown in the back seat of the black car and then everything went black.
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