Mother blamed herself for the deaths. I didn't understand why. I mean she couldn't control what happened to other people. She started working late more often. So I was stuck with Aunt Willow and Uncle Oz more. They told me not to worry and that everything would be fine.
Every time Mother would come home late at nigt she would be beat up and bloody. She told me that it was nothing and that someone had jumped her as she came out of work. I believed her, even when she she came home with a broken arm.
This went on for a few years and othing really bad happened. Then around the my thirteenth birthday Aunt Cordy found out that she was pregnant again. They planned carefully for this one. Aunt Cordy would never be alone in the hospital room and there would be crusifixes on all the windows and on the door. It worked and the baby went home safely. They named her Joyce in honor of my grandmother who had died long before I was born.
As I grew, my sixth sense grew with me. I didn't tell anyone about it, because I was scared that they would think that I was strange. So I taught myself how to turn it on and off. It got to be so strong that I could tell who was behind me just by annalyzing thier emotions. The one that bothered me the most was UIncle Xander's deep hidden feelings. He loved my mother. Loved her more than he loved Aunt Cordy.
Soon after I mastered this skill I met Niky. She was my first girlfriend. I loved her more than anything. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her hair was blond and her eyes were the most lovely shade of green.
We met at the spring dance. I was fifteen and in highschool then. Mother had let me go to the dace as long as I promised to be home before dark. I didn't have any friends there, but I liked being with people my own age. So I sat in the corner watching everyone have fun.
A hand touched my shoulder and i truned to be looking in to the eyes of an angel. She asked in I wanted to dance and we did.
I remember everything about her. Her face, her voice, her scent. We were together for a year and then like everything else I love she was gone. The janitor found her mutilated body in the broom closet.
Once again I couldn't go to the funeral. I couldn't watch them put her I the cold dirt. Somehow I knew it was the same man that killed her as the man who killed the twins. I wanted to kill him, but Mother said that he would get his punishment soon enough.
