That night I had a dream.
It was a very strange dream. In it, I was a piece of my own hair. Hanna Denise Lindsay was coming after me with a pair of scissors.
I didn't know what to do, so I let her cut off my head. She swept it into a pan. I was about to start talking to a piece of Zac's hair when I woke up. I was drenched in cold sweat, and I was scared out of my mind.
A soothing voice filled my head just then. Hanna Denise Lindsay's voice. I think I'll always call her that. It just wouldn't seem right to leave out one of her names.
I heard her saying, or rather could sense her thoughts, that I should put on a pair of jeans and walk out to the treehouse. I complied, not knowing exactly what would happen. When I did get out there, she was there. She was biting her lip, and holding out her arms. I hugged her, for I couldn't do anything else. Her hold was comforting, and it was more than just friendly.
It was loving.
I didn't know if she was reading my thoughts, but I know that I was reading hers. Or at least trying. There were so many running through her head that it was impossible to pick out more than an occasional word. But the occasional word was always something like quintessential, spyghmomanometer, or rhodedendron. I could swear she was studying for a spelling bee.
There wasn't much else I could do but hold her tighter when I felt her warm tears rolling down my bare back. She had this power over me. It was almost scary how well we knew each other, and how many "supernatural" things we could do. Sure, her ESP wasn't uncommon. I've heard that everyone does sometimes. But the fact that we could hear each other's thoughts, and we could send messages to each other,
it was almost too much.
I heard a gasp from her. I thought hard and sent her this message "Lady of the night, why are you crying?"
I heard her think,"I don't know. I..I think I'm falling in love."
I held her even closer and thought,"Me too. Me too."
I kissed the top of her head softly. She sniffed and looked up at me. She blinked and took a slow breath.Then, she kissed me.
Of course I kissed her back. It wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't a French kiss, it wasn't a wet kiss, but it had more passion and irresistable ferocity than anything I had ever experienced. I felt power surging through my veins, renewing all hope and strength, and killing all despair. I knew that this would last a lifetime. Then, I pulled Hanna Denise Lindsay out of harm's way.
A board fell from the roof
of the treehouse to the spot where she had been only a second before. Sure, everything was happening in slow motion, but somehow I knew that was going to happen. Had the kiss given me ESP similar to Hanna Denise Lindsay's? And I heard the answer in my head. "Of course it did. You are the chosen one."
I thought to myself,"Chosen one? Chosen for what? Why?" The bewildered girl by my side sat up. She started talking.
Not transfer-of-thoughts talking, but real talking. I held on to each word she said, mainly because it was from her lips and her voice sent shivers of excitement up my spine. She said,"Taylor, there are some things about me that you don't know."
After a moment, she continued. "For one, I work with the police. My ESP and mind reading make me what they call a 'valuable asset'. I chose to work for the L.A.P.D. because my father is there.
He doesn't know it though. See, my mom was a prostitute. Not for very long, only about a week. Then, she won the lottery. Money was the reason she became a prostitute. She had very little money, barely enough to feed herself. She held down three other jobs for a while. Then she felt a burst of ESP. She bought a lottery ticket with the numbers 6, 14, 19, 32, 68, and 72. Those were the numbers that won.
So, she claimed the prize. Eight months later, I was born. My mom didn't know that she had been pregnant. She had carried me high, and her diet and exercise hadn't changed. It wasn't until the day that I was born that she knew about me. But she didn't know my father. I don't know how I know,
but I do. But, anyways, a month later, she found out that she had AIDS. I've been tested, and retested, and I don't have it. I'm immune to it. I'm not a virgin, and I had sex with someone with AIDS. Actually, many times. Please, don't think I'm a slut or anything. It was youth and innocence and stupidity that made it happen. I was naive, so was he. But I didn't get it then either. I've given blood before, and they gave it to an AIDS patient.
The next day, they discovered that he didn't have AIDS anymore. They didn't know why, until they looked at who the blood was from. No one has even told me why it is that I can't get AIDS. And no one has ever told me a lot of things that I'd like to know. Some of them I've found out by using my 'powers', but there are some that I still don't know, and I doubt I ever will."
At that, she pulled me on top of her. Another board fell from the roof. I blinked as I felt the hail hit
my back. I had been sitting there listening, not even hearing the hail hit the roof, only hearing "the voice". I resisted kissing her, until she pulled me even closer, we only kissed, but the kisses were deep. Barely more than pecks, but they held a fire desperate to burn out of control. We were able to control ourselves. I pulled away and coughed. Then I said,"We should be going. This place is falling apart. We're soaking wet, and I'm sure it's at least 3 in the morning,
although a hailstone broke my watch. Let's go inside. I'll make you a cup of cocoa, and we can watch TV or something. Okay?"
She smiled, but looked like she was about to cry. She hugged me, and breathed a sigh that sounded much like relief. I pulled her closer and wrapped my arm around her. And I climbed down the ladder, holding Hanna Denise Lindsay in my arms.
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