Hello! I'm so glad that you are taking your time to read this! This is a story I'm writing. It's fictional, and it's about a psychic. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and just to let you know, it's in first person. Also, you don't find out the main character's name until later on in the story. Last thing, and then I'll let you read: Flashbacks will be a whole nother chapter. So it'll be like normal chapter and then two will be a flashback, and that's all two will be. You'll find out later, if you don't get it.

Prologue

Psychic

I knew I was different. You didn't have to tell me twice. I was a freak, a monster, an inhumane thing. I was always told so. It was firmly implanted in my mind. It was clear that I wasn't wanted.

I am psychic. You know, being able to read minds and crap like that? Yeah, that's what I am. I can read minds, but that's about it. I can't bend spoons and shit. Let me tell you something. Those people in movies make being psychic look easy and fun.

The reality is that psychics have it hard. People hit you, spit on you, despise you for being different, and everything is blamed on you. A flood destroys homes and WHAM! everyone is glaring at you and treating you worse than before. Even kids treat you like heel, but that's not the worst part.

The worst part is overstretching the limits of your abilities. Thousands of psychics die from doing that. It's like hell. Trust me; I've come close to losing my life. Well, when you overstretch your abilities, or "powers" as you like to call them, you begin to use what I like to call your "life force." Your body takes a massive beating. It's like shoving your hand inside yourself and ripping yourself from the inside out. Blood gushes out everywhere. It's like a waterfall.

I've overstretched my limits many times. To be honest with you, I'm waiting to die. I'm waiting for that moment when I overstretch and fall to the ground, my blood gushing out of me. I'm waiting to feel that awful pain course through my body.

When you're young you don't know you're psychic. All you know is that weird things happen to you and people hate you. Then one day you lose control and you die. That's how a lot of psychics die.

It sounds awful, but it's true. And another true fact is: we can't die. Well, we can, but that's only when you overstretch your limits. If you're stabbed or shot, it doesn't affect you. I know you’re thinking, "What the hell?" It sounds weird, but it's the truth. I'm honest to God telling you the truth.

We don't age, either. I’m being totally serious here. We psychics hit somewhere around twenty and it's like everything stops. It's kinda cool, not aging and only dieing when you overstretch your abilities. But it gets boring after a while, and you start overstretching for the fun of it. We all know what happens after that. You die.

I personally don't like challenging myself. In fact, I'm perfectly fine where I am. But you what they say: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

When I was little I didn't know why people hit me, or why kids wouldn't be my friend. Nothing psychic had happened to me yet, so I don't know how the villagers knew and I didn't. Of course I wouldn't know. They didn't want to let me in on my secret. I still remember the day I discovered my abilities. I don't know how I can forget it.

There. The first chapter. The second chapter is a flashback, not like a real chapter. It's only a flashback. Please review!