Having a certain way with people has always been a gift for me. Since I could remember. My Grandmother always told me that it was something I could even do when I was a baby, just make everybody fall madly in love with me. I always thought it was her way of making me feel better. Because it didn't always work that way, at least that's how I saw it.
When I was a little boy, probably around nine, I had a really good friend. Now I was always told to not touch people, that they couldn't understand the feelings they get from me. So usually I would back away from a hug, give a small pat on the shoulder instead. But this day, my friend, his name was Kevin, we hugged. At first he laughed and said he thought he felt something strange, pushed me and laughed more and ran away. I was confused, didn't know what he meant at all. I didn't hug him again, not until later.
Everyone has asked me when I knew. When I knew that I liked not just girls, but boys too. I can't really say, I guess I always thought that love and touching didn't have to be with just one gender. I mean, if you love someone, why would the gender matter? My family understood, they didn't ever talk about it but they never were cruel to me. Not that they were my blood family, but all the same, they were my family. Loved me a lot and wanted to protect me from a cruel world.
Back to what I was saying. Kevin. He came over, it was my sixteenth birthday and it was pretty big. My parents and Grandmother though, told me, today is an important day, not just for my age but other things. They wouldn't tell me what. Guess that's when the gift really, I can't think of the word, expanded maybe. In other words, I was lethal and didn't know it. Well not like deadly, actually yeah deadly.. and not able to control it. I keep going off track.
In other words, I hugged Kevin. I had no control over my gift at all at that time. I remember everyone in my family rushing over and screaming. "Cole don't touch him!" Little late.
I watched as his eyes rolled clear back into his head. He even had spit dripping from the corners of his mouth. And at that instant I dropped him and he fell to the floor like a ragdoll. I was horrified. I thought I killed my best friend. They all surrounded him, I heard him choking and I kept moving back away. I was scared to death at what I did. Just from a touch, I almost killed Kevin. Of course later I found out what I did was make his body be overwhelmed, his heart was going too fast and almost caused a stroke, could of been a heart attack. Anyway, he was okay, and I never saw him again. My parents forbid it. He wrote me though, professing love. I couldn't believe it. He loved me?
My parents and Grandmother told me it was the gift. Not what Kevin really felt. I believed them. Kevin though, he never did stop trying to find me, calling me, writing me. I had to admit I had feelings for him too. But if they weren't really true on his part, that if it was just my gift? Why try and make something of it. I couldn't be with someone if it was just my gift that made them fall in love with me. I haven't heard from Kevin in a couple of years, maybe the feeling finally wore off.
So there's one of my problems, among the many. That's not all I can do though. I found out that I can alter a mood of even a group of people. I can zone in on feelings, alter them and sit back and watch. Not everyone is easy to do though. Some have such strong feelings that I can't do anything about them. Though sometimes I can only wonder who really does love me when I can make them, you know?
I have also hurt people. Accidents, yeah. Still, not something I'm too proud of. If I sit and let the gift build up, I can really hurt someone. Found that out with Kevin. If I hadn't of let him go, he could of been dead. I don't touch too many people anymore. I do have better control over my power now, or so I thought. But I'll write a lot more about that another time.
One example was that horrible night at the fight club. Those men had it coming though. Nobody likes to talk about what happened that night. Not everyone is okay with someone liking guys too. I don't really like to talk about it either. But they are all dead now, not that I killed them, that was Dirk and Gage, but I did make one of them come close to dying. I pulled back just in time, Dirk took over anyway.
Sometimes feel sorry for those guys. Then I remember what they did to me. I'll always be afraid around a large group of men, thanks to them.
I better go. My hand is starting to feel all cramped.
Cole