Quantum Voyeur

Vote until MarchQV7 17, 2014

In the previous episode, readers voted that Alana does not reveal to the others Lily’s attempt to probe her mind.

Episode 7

I look over at Bob, Cindy and Tom.  “Thank you for your company, my friends, I really needed it.”

“No problem,” Tom says.

“We are all in this together,” Cindy tells me, taking my hand.

Bob is silent.  He is concentrating more on Lily.  I see out of the corner of my eye that she is rubbing both her temples.  That should teach her not to try to probe my mind.  I fight back a smile.

“Now I will retire to my room.  I do need some sleep,” I say as I walk out.

I head to my room.  It really has been a long, tiring, strange day.  Either my abilities are growing or I am going insane.  Perhaps it is a little of both?

Reaching my room, I let myself collapse on my bed.  I close my eyes and try to remove all thoughts from my mind.  I need to clear my head and just sleep.  Sleep to recharge.  My mind is racing though.  I take a deep breath, then another.  I relax my body. My mind is still racing; I just can’t stop thinking that I changed the past. 

Was this an isolated event?  Or can I do it again and again?   Doctor Connors always says he feels the past is locked, what was, simply was, and nothing could change that.  I worry that what I did in the past may cascade through time affecting the present and future.  Our present, in our reality. I still don’t understand time streams and how they work. All I know is that something will be different.

I close my eyes. I try to sleep. And yet my mind is still so chaotic. I breathe deep, in and out. Just focusing on my breath for a moment. Images of my mother and father ripple through my mind.  I see my father and his smile, my mother and her warm eyes.  It’s been years since their deaths in the car crash.  I see myself back in the car sleeping soundly in the back seat.  At that time, I didn’t have a care in the world.  Not until I woke up in the hospital and learned they were gone. Gone never to return. I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye or tell them I loved them.  They were both taken from me so quickly, without warning.  Now they are just memories…

I long to travel back to the time they were alive. I want to go back and talk to them, be with them.  I can never travel to the time of the accident and see what really had happened. In fact,  I have been unable to go back in time to before the accident. Something has always blocked to me.  I want to try to find a way to do it one day and perhaps even change the course of the events, if I could. Perhaps I can do it now?   

My powers, for better or for worse, started to manifest themselves right after I lost my parents.   I was left alone, no other family. I went from one foster home to another. I used to daydream often to help me deal with my sadness and loneliness. I felt no one was there for me anyways. I daydreamed so intensely, I began to dissociate into parallel fictional realities. They felt so safe and pleasant. I saw different beings, angel like creatures and elves in beautiful lush green forests with the brightest blue sky and the most warming sun. It was so healing.

Jason always says that time is tricky and filled with loopholes and contradictions.  I wonder, if I went back and changed the accident then perhaps I would never have had these powers?  Of course then, I would never have been able to use these powers to change the event that gave me these powers.   It’s a paradox for sure. Possibly, that is why I mentally avoid traveling to that place in my life…

Then again, would losing my powers be a bad thing?  I would be normal.  I would be just like everybody else.  I would be out in the world and free. .

I need to stop thinking and sleep. I know what to do. When I was a kid, I used to count numbers backwards from 200 when I couldn’t sleep. It always works. 200, deeper, 199, I relax more, 198 deeper and deeper. Soothing relaxation slowly spreads throughout my body, every limb, muscle and fiber. I drift into relaxation, feeling so comfortable now, 197, 196; numbers go into nothing, nothing, nothing…

***

Suddenly, I hear a rustling noise outside of my door. I open my eyes. There is somebody there in the hallway.  The guards are down on the far ends.  They never come to my door.  I get up and slowly walk towards the door.  I don’t even bother to turn on the lights.

“Hello?  Who’s out there?” I call out.  Is it Jason?

No reply.  Yet I still feel the presence of someone out there.  Reaching for the knob, I open the door.

Bob is standing there with a blank stare on his face. 

“Bob what are you doing here?” I demand.

Suddenly he grabs me by the throat.  He pushes forward, forcing me back into the room.

“Bob!  What are you doing?” I scream.

He drives me to the ground. 

“What you did was wrong!” he shouts from on top of me.  “I must stop you for the world.”

I notice he has a knife in his right hand.  The knife is coming closer and closer to my chest.  He is trying to plunge it into my heart.  I need to stop him but I can’t.  He is much bigger than I am and has the advantage…  Still I need to fight back.  If I don’t stop him I am dead.  Of course maybe death wouldn’t be such a bad thing?  With death comes peace . . . Vote below on what will happen next by clicking view poll.

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