In my last story I mentioned a friend I met at the beginning of the 8th grade school year, and how I saw her in a dream when she was about seven years old. In that dream she tried to kill me. We both decided to consider this a-freaky- warning, and keep a bit of distance.
Just so the story's easy to follow I'll "rename" my friend. Let's call her Rose. Sorry, but I don't like giving away names unless that person's okay with it.
I believe that in a way the dream came true. Rose and I came to the conclusion that we have a connection. We feel so in-tune even though we've only known each other for a school year. We had what felt like a magnetic energy between us.
After a boat load of research about psychic links, past lives, and more we thought it had to do with Wicca. That's where it all turned bad. When it comes to religion I like to keep an open mind, and although I am Christian other practices and beliefs make sense. This gave me tons of trouble.
I grew doubtful about my faith. I had hundreds of questions but no answers. Rose was expecting me to choose Wicca and when I didn't she hardly talked to me. She ignored any contact I tried to make. In a crazy way she killed me by putting so much pressure on me. Now I'm not blaming her, but I lost myself in the chaos of religion.
Our connection was like no other though. Rose said she had a few connections before, but none as strong. I've had it one before but only for a short time. We could feel the other's emotions and sometimes thoughts.
One day Rose called me and asked if I was okay. I told her I was and asked why. She said,"I was sitting on the couch when all of a sudden I thought 'Sam can be so stupid at times'." I've been known to have suicidal thoughts before and just before she called a morbid image of killing myself made its way into my head.
Rose went to a different school until I met her. She always told me how she hated it, and about the people there. One girl was her best friend and they had a much smaller version of our bond. Rose talked about how they were no longer friends, but each time Rose ended a friendship she'd take something from that person.
She subconsciously took part of the person's personality. On one friend she took her creativity, another she took the girl's fashion sense. Even though our friendship is still between us, it has diminished a bit, and I think she may have taken my inspiration. I cannot find what I need to write my songs, story, or poems!
We are both Empaths, and strong ones from what I can tell. We both love music and had choir together during school. While practicing for our last concert of the year the teacher and the kids were getting flustered.
Rose and I chose to do a little mood control in class. She cast out vibes that kept everyones' spirits up as I cast vibes of low tension and easy goings. Neither of us knew the other could do such a thing, but we felt it and stared at each other.
There's much more to our bond that I can't sum up. I used to think it had to do with Wicca, but now I have a totally new idea. What if it's just an emotional tug of war between two powerful psychics? We've done a teeter-totter with energy as well so it seems likely. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think:) .
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We felt extremely familiar when we first met. Our teacher had us play a game where we'd right down our favorite color, food and so on. Rose and I exchanged papers and had almost all the same answers. Our birthdays are really close too. She was born on the 10th of April and I was born on the 15th. Actually her family adopted" me. They say I'm welcome whenever and her parents consider me their second child.
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I can't remember, but it wouldn't surprise me if we had considered vampires. Truthfully I renamed her Rose in the story because it was the heroine of a vampire book we both love.
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I agree. People are closed off and secretive, but though everyone has empathy the strength of it varies. I pick up my mother's headaches and tired feelings. I also get my brother's anger and annoyance- even if it is directed towards me 😳. As ironic as it is I have great difficulty expressing myself.