Before I delve into what happened during my meditation that night I feel obligated to tell you that the following events led me down a long, dangerous road. Please keep in mind while you are reading, I don't consider myself to be a "bad guy" I was only ten years old when this happened. Infact I'm still not sure what I could have done differently to prevent me from being here in the first place.
I went downstairs and got a shower because I found it helpful to have as few distractions as possible. Still wet and naked I started my meditation the same as always, sitting perfectly still, legs crossed, palms turned upwards and took a deep breath. By this point in time I was able to put myself in a very deep trans just by following those simple steps. However tonight something was different. While normally after I start "the feeling" I can only feel what is in the room with me, this time I could still feel the new girl, as if she was laying down right next to me. She was still beautiful as ever, she was wearing white pajamas with little monkeys dancing around holding bananas. I could see her, I could feel her, I could even smell her, it was as real as seeing her in real life, only she couldn't see me. It looked like she was asleep, lying perfectly still on my bed. I reached my hand out and brushed her hair out of her face, she cutely sighed and rolled over in bed. I considered my options carefully before deciding to talk to her. "Hi there" I said. She screamed and got up, "How did you get in my room?" she yelled "Where are you?" she screamed. I had no idea what to do, I was scared out of my mind so I immediatly stopped meditating and crawled under the covers in my bed. I hate to admit this, but after I got over the fear, I felt better than ever. I had just achieved the impossible, I could do anything through meditation if I put my mind to it. If I could communicate with someone just by using my mind, the book from the library might not be fake after all! I quickly ran across my room and found the book, turned it to the chapter about telekinesis and read as fast as I could. I spent all night following the directions in the book but I simply couldnt get even smallest thing to move.I decided it would be for the best if I stopped trying for the moment and just got some sleep. I dreamt about her, I thought of how beautiful she was, then I thought of her screaming and how terrified she must be of me. The next morning at school the new girl followed me into the boys bathroom.
"How the hell did you get in my room last night." I thought for a moment before responding
"I wasn't in your room, I dont even know you!"
She slowly walked towards me and shoved me to the wall with her arm against my chest, I knew I was starting to fall into the feeling but I tried to fight off the urge.
"My name is Stephanie Trixie, If you ever come near me ever again, I will kill you, do you understand me?"
"Yes" I responding with a cracking voice
"I said do you understand me?" she screamed while pushing me even harder against the wall. At this point I was almost unable to breathe because of the pressure on my chest
"Yes, yes I understand you, yes, yes, yes!" I gasped.
"Good, it's been a pleasure Tim, hope I never see you again." she released me and I fell to the ground gasping for air. Breathing heavily I watched her as she walked away, I knew I had to make her mine.
I got up, brushed myself off and headed to math class. On the way to class I thought about her, how could a girl be effecting me this much? I couldn't understand why I liked her so much, she hated me, thought I was a stalker, and threatened to kill me! I walked down the hall and made the right into the classroom when Mrs. Hal sqawked
"Mr. Banks, your late!"
"Sorry Mrs. Hal, I was in the bathroom."
"Don't bother Mr. Banks, you can explain yourself in detention!"
I walked agrily back to my seat next to Patrick and sat down. Mrs. Hal was a very serious woman. She was about 5' 6", but always seemed much larger because of the way she presented herself. I knew she had kids of her own, but I couldn't imagine what they would be like. I did try to keep an open mind though, everyone has their own flaws. Throughout the class I wasn't really paying attention because math didn't interest me, instead I decided to try my luck at telekinesis again. I quickly found out that when I focused on something I really enjoyed or someone I really liked, it was much easier to put myself in a trans. I figured since Patrick was right there, I would just focus on him to put myself into trans and start the feeling. Patrick at the time looked just like me. A little bit chubby, about 4' 3", we had the same short brown hair, wore the same types of clothes, people often mistook as for brothers, and we may as well have been.
This is another very valuable lesson: having even just one friend, is one of the most powerful things in the world. I understand that when your on the outside looking in (or in my case the inside looking out) life seems a lot easier to comprehend. Just take my advice, if you have a best friend, do everything in your power to keep that person around.
When the feeling started I could feel Patrick taking notes, every pencil stroke in slow motion, every noise he was making, all the way down to his heart beat. I remembered how I had been able to communicate with Stephanie telepathically, so I should be able to do the same with Patrick. Focusing on him, I was able for the first time to actually move my physical body, open my eyes and see the real world, as well as the "feeling" world around me. I knew I could talk to him if I focused hard enough. I thought the word "Patrick" in my head over and over and over again as loud as my brain would think, until just when I almost gave up I decided to try one more time, as soft as I could I thought the words "Can you hear me?" he responded outloud with "Why wouldn't I?" and as he turned his head, he saw I wasn't moving my lips.
"That's awesome! How are you doing that!" he yelled.
"Mr. Fox if you don't quiet down this instant you will be serving detention with Mr.Banks after school!" crooned Mrs. Hal.
Immediatly after school I went straight to the detention room so I wouldn't get in any more trouble than I already was. When I arrived I saw him, DeeJay was sitting in the front row already doing homework. I hated him, anger built up inside me, if I wasn't afraid of him I probably would have tried to fight him; but I knew he would win. I decided it would be best if I tried to remain unnoticed. The feeling started again, but this time it changed. This was no longer a feeling of passion, or of happiness, it was a feeling of anger. I focused as hard as I could on his pencil, hoping to make him break the tip or maybe make him screw up whatever he was writing about, anything to make him as angry as I was. I was so engulfed in the feeling that I hadn't even noticed the other people that had come into the room since I had been there, including the teacher and several other students. Mr. Sweet (the supervisior for detention that day) was taking atendence of people who were supposed to be in detention. As my last name rolled off of his tounge two events happened similtaniously.The first event was a loud crack, like when a jet breaks the sound barrier, followed by small peieces of wooden shrapnel flying at dangerous speeds in all directions. Having no idea what happened, I immediatly dropped to the floor and covered my ears, when I looked up DeeJay was looking, gapjawed at his own mangled hand. Blood started to stream down his arm while Mr. Sweet rushed to aid the wounded boy. Mr.Sweet was type of person that seemed to know an awful lot, but never showed it. He stood about six feet tall and was a fat, but muscular man. It seemed to me that everytime I saw Mr. Sweet he was sweating, but he always smelled like he had just gotten a shower. I wouldn't know until later in my life that this man served in the U.S Army for 10 years as a fied medic. Apparently his experience in the feild served him well. He tore off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around the mess of flesh and bone that currently resided were DeeJay's hand used to be.
"Detention is dismissed, everybody out now!"
Everyone quickly rushed out of the room but I still couldn't believe what happened. I was in awe and shock at the same time. I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't hate him as much as I thought. I broke down, I couldn't take the guilt, I was just a kid and everything was happening way too fast. I slid down the wall outside of the detention room and sulked there for ten minutes before EMTs started showing up and I knew I had to leave.
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