By Jesi Lea RyanMost people who experience death don’t live to tell about it.
When sixteen year old Arcadia “Cady” Day wakes in a hospital after experiencing what can only be called a psychic episode, she finds her family in tatters. With her twin sister gone, her dad moved out, her mom’s spiraling depression and her sister’s boyfriend, Cane, barely able to look at her, the only bright spot in her life is Bryan Sullivan, the new guy in school. When Bryan’s around, Cady can almost pretend she’s a regular girl, living a regular life; when he’s not, she’s wracked with wild, inexplicable mood swings. As her home life crumbles and her emotional control slips away, Cady begins to suspect that her first psychic episode was just the beginning…
In the months since her family life imploded and her psychic gifts began to arise, Cady has struggled to figure out how she can fit into her normal life without going crazy from the constant presence of emotional energy. Her grades have tanked. Her best friend is afraid of her. And she begins to have doubts about why her boyfriend, Bryan, is really keeping her around. But a chance meeting with another gifted girl online opens up a whole new world of possibilities. Unfortunately, this new world comes at an awful price.
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I woke to my heart pounding in my chest as if I had just completed a 10K run. I sat straight up, panting. The sticky feeling of dark guilt and terror surrounded me. I shot an accusing glare at the ceiling. Bastian was home.
I checked the time on my phone. It was after three in the morning. I drew my layers of mental shields around me like a comforter and tried to roll over and go back to sleep. The problem was, I couldn’t hold a shield in place and sleep at the same time. Each time I started to drift off, I’d awaken with a jolt of terror coming from the room above me.
Sighing, I got up, put my slippers on and girded my mental blocks. I had to wake him up or suffer all night. I reached in the closet for my winter mittens, figuring I’d need them if he required shaking.
I trudged up the back steps, my eyes heavy lidded with exhaustion. Sensing he was sleeping, I didn’t bother knocking. I cracked open the door and was pleased to see only a few flying objects circling over the bed. Bastian lay on the bed twisted and tangled in his sheets, sweat covering his body. Thankfully, he had the forethought to wear gym shorts to bed, so I wouldn’t end up getting a free show. With a groan, he flung his arm above his head.
Covering my head with my arms, I made my way over to the side of the bed and started shaking him with my mittened hand.
“Bastian, wake up!” I said as loud as I could without waking anyone else. “Come on, Bastian. You’re dreaming. Wake up!”
When his body bolted up, I leapt out of his reach and landed hard on my butt. The suspended objects in the air dropped, and I covered my head.
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