Zen got bored with watching my breakdown. “Okay, so are you gonna tell me what exactly just happened?”
I looked at Zen through tear-streaked eyes. Should I? I needed someone to help me, and Zen seemed like the person, someone who would keep the secret. I decided to tell him. I could always run if he freaked.
“Well, you’re going to think I’m even crazier than you already think I am.”
Zen gave me a reassuring look. “It’s OK, we are all crazy here.”
I took a deep breath. “Well, it all started at the swimming pool.” I went on to tell him how I got struck by lightning, manipulated electricity, got kidnapped, started reading minds, and finally escaped. I didn’t even realize until I told the story how much I had been through. I felt like the star in some soap opera.
Zen looked as if he was trying to digest everything I just told him. I thought it would take a while, I mean, I haven’t even fully accepted it yet.
“What does reading minds have to do with electricity?” he asked.
I hadn’t even thought about that. My powers seemed to revolve around electricity. Looks like I picked the right person to tell. They were smarter than they looked.
The girl piped up. “Isn’t the mind full of electricity?”
I stared at her. These people were smarted than they looked. “That makes sense,” I agreed.
The girl continued. “You’re probably picking those bits of electricity up.”
I nodded. Zen was examining me. He turned to his gang. “So, we have a freak on our hands.”
“How comforting,” I muttered.
He looked at me fondly. “And we like freaks around here.”
© Susan J. Flyweel