Prologue.: Grey Eyes

I sit in my room, again. Reading some poems, again.
I spend lots of time in my room. Right at my favorite place, the couch in front of the window. It’s more a bed. My room is on top of the house, so it lets me see an amazing view. But it’s just amazing to look at the stars at night. Wishing with all my hope when a shooting star passes.
“Melanie, I need to talk to you.” She smiles as I look up from my book. “Sure grandma. Shoot.” I smile back, but heading my attention to my book again. These poems are so good. They are about this couple that were madly in love, but got separate. He died and she was left alone. But yet they found a way to be together. Which I didn’t figure. These poems were like a mysterious love story. I wanted to find out so badly. “Melanie, please. This is serious. I think you’re old enough now.” I look up at her, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ask her. Have I done something wrong? Did something happen? Is something wrong with her? She’s the only thing I have left. Before memories pump up in my mind again I try to stop my mind. This is so typical me, overthinking and fast panicking. I hopelessly try to concentrate about what she might say. Or what is about to come. I try to calm myself down. Breath in, breath out. Again and again. “You remember you wondered why you had grey eyes?” I nod. “Of course I do. Everybody at school was scared of me back then.” I smile lightly at the thoughts. I hadn’t quite friends. They all tried their best to stay out of my way. Even the teachers were acting weird when I was around. Our they around me. I once tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. But that turned out different. So since then I always lived on my own. Dreaming. And I kept on wondering why I had those grey eyes. “You have those grey eyes because you’re special and different from others. You owned them from me.” I look at her, even more confused. “What do you mean?” She smiles. “You got a gift Melanie. And you need to know because you’re nineteen now. It could happen soon. Maybe very soon.” She sights, still smiling. I keep on looking at her with my eyes widened. Waiting impatiently for her to speak again.

“You’re a medium.”