garden that Mom had planted when we first moved in and I remember the day she planted the one in the middle. She was so happy she had found the white rose she was looking for. I felt terrible when it bloomed because instead of being white, it was a weird cream color. She was so disappointed that she actually came to tears over it.
I softly stroked the petals as I imagined them being as white as snow. I prayed that this task wouldn’t be the one that I couldn't accomplish. Thankfully, it worked. The petals turned bright white. The reflection of the morning sun bouncing off the roses almost hurt my eyes just to look at them. Mom would freak out when she saw those for sure. That bothered her so much that she hated to even sit in the garden.
I took care of that, I laughed to myself triumphantly. It was exciting to have the power to change things. If I could change flowers and the way I look then there was no telling what else I can change.
All of this could come with high consequences as well as rewards. What if I messed up and done something I’m not supposed to do? I was never told that there were any rules to my new life. I was most certainly going to have to ask the Queens the next time I was with them. I don’t want to risk doing anything that might upset them and make them think that I’m not good enough for their gifts to me.
I was startled when I heard someone call my name. I turned in the direction from where I thought it came from. No one was there. I heard it again, closer this time, so I walked around the side of the house expecting to see someone there. Not a soul was to be seen. Powerful and crazy, I thought to myself.
“Bailey.” the sheer power in the voice shook my deep into my soul. It sounded like Eric in a way, but I wasn’t sure. I looked over to his house. He was standing in the window looking at me. I waved at him and shyly turned away.
If you only knew how beautiful you are, the voice said softly.
I looked around confused, but again saw no one.
I love you already, I heard the voice say.
This time I noticed the voice wasn’t coming from someone outside. I wasn’t hearing the voice with my ears either. It was in my mind, but I wasn’t imagining it.
The whisper lingered with me. It was his sweet voice. His words were soft and careful as they entered my mind. I could hardly stand to hear them. The feeling that gave me was unexplainable. If I were a normal person I would be in a dead run to the phone to call a shrink because I would be certain I was having some type of mental disturbance.
But I’m not normal. I’m gifted and I know his words were meant for me. The truth from him was as if I had heard it with my heart. It sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I hope that someday soon he would be able to say those exact words to me with his mouth instead of not knowing I can hear them in his thoughts.
But, for now, I'll settle with this. I’m not sure it will make a difference. As soon as he finds out the truth about me he will, without a doubt, change his mind. The thought of him doing that made me sick to my stomach.
I don’t know why I felt that way. I mean, hell, I don’t even really know this guy well enough to be thinking about him this way. I can’t picture myself not being able to see or talk to him. I’m drawn to him so strongly. No matter how hard I try not to, I’m always thinking about him. I can’t control it. He's in my dreams every night. He's the first thought in my mind when I wake up and the last one when I go to bed. I was turning into a hopeless freak.
As I made my way back inside I could feel his eyes lingering on me. I had to force myself not to turn around and look at his perfection as he stood in the window looking at me.
The stairs to my room seemed longer than usual. The door to my room creaked as I entered it. Boredom had set in. There is
I softly stroked the petals as I imagined them being as white as snow. I prayed that this task wouldn’t be the one that I couldn't accomplish. Thankfully, it worked. The petals turned bright white. The reflection of the morning sun bouncing off the roses almost hurt my eyes just to look at them. Mom would freak out when she saw those for sure. That bothered her so much that she hated to even sit in the garden.
I took care of that, I laughed to myself triumphantly. It was exciting to have the power to change things. If I could change flowers and the way I look then there was no telling what else I can change.
All of this could come with high consequences as well as rewards. What if I messed up and done something I’m not supposed to do? I was never told that there were any rules to my new life. I was most certainly going to have to ask the Queens the next time I was with them. I don’t want to risk doing anything that might upset them and make them think that I’m not good enough for their gifts to me.
I was startled when I heard someone call my name. I turned in the direction from where I thought it came from. No one was there. I heard it again, closer this time, so I walked around the side of the house expecting to see someone there. Not a soul was to be seen. Powerful and crazy, I thought to myself.
“Bailey.” the sheer power in the voice shook my deep into my soul. It sounded like Eric in a way, but I wasn’t sure. I looked over to his house. He was standing in the window looking at me. I waved at him and shyly turned away.
If you only knew how beautiful you are, the voice said softly.
I looked around confused, but again saw no one.
I love you already, I heard the voice say.
This time I noticed the voice wasn’t coming from someone outside. I wasn’t hearing the voice with my ears either. It was in my mind, but I wasn’t imagining it.
The whisper lingered with me. It was his sweet voice. His words were soft and careful as they entered my mind. I could hardly stand to hear them. The feeling that gave me was unexplainable. If I were a normal person I would be in a dead run to the phone to call a shrink because I would be certain I was having some type of mental disturbance.
But I’m not normal. I’m gifted and I know his words were meant for me. The truth from him was as if I had heard it with my heart. It sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I hope that someday soon he would be able to say those exact words to me with his mouth instead of not knowing I can hear them in his thoughts.
But, for now, I'll settle with this. I’m not sure it will make a difference. As soon as he finds out the truth about me he will, without a doubt, change his mind. The thought of him doing that made me sick to my stomach.
I don’t know why I felt that way. I mean, hell, I don’t even really know this guy well enough to be thinking about him this way. I can’t picture myself not being able to see or talk to him. I’m drawn to him so strongly. No matter how hard I try not to, I’m always thinking about him. I can’t control it. He's in my dreams every night. He's the first thought in my mind when I wake up and the last one when I go to bed. I was turning into a hopeless freak.
As I made my way back inside I could feel his eyes lingering on me. I had to force myself not to turn around and look at his perfection as he stood in the window looking at me.
The stairs to my room seemed longer than usual. The door to my room creaked as I entered it. Boredom had set in. There is