Six months ago my life changed dramatically when a car struck me while running away from the house my parents liked to call home. Luckily for me the car was being driven by a doctor; an incredibly attractive and young looking doctor. Unlucky for him, I was the one he hit. There was absolutely no way to track my existence and while technically very few people knew of my existence, I was very real. I was also unlike anyone he would ever meet. The handsome doctor found that out the hard way when he made contact with my skin. He didn't understand what had happened and it probably didn't help matters any that I didn't talk and he was trying desperately to get answers on what had happened.

To be honest, I didn't really know what it was either, it had only happened a handful of times in my life and people quickly learned to avoid contact with me. It was a part of what started all of the trouble I had at home. The handsome doctor managed to scoop me up and get me into his car to take me to the hospital since I had tried to run when he said he was going to call an ambulance. An ambulance would have drawn too much attention and my stepmother would have been looking out the window to find out what happened. After furiously miming for pen and paper, the good doctor realised what I was after and handed them to me. I managed to write one plea before handing the book out and passing out. My note said, "Please don't let anyone else touch me!"

I had spent the following week in and out of consciousness. Each time I woke I was greeted by the handsome doctor; whose name, I found out, was Dr Sean Green. He made sure that no one else came in contact with my skin; an amazing feet considering I was still in a hospital. There was just one person that wouldn't listen to him and I knew what was coming before it even happened.

The man, who looked like perfection personified, had been there several times during the week when I had woken. From the conversations I had heard, I knew he was a good friend of Dr Green's and that he knew, in great detail, what the doctor had experienced when his skin made contact with mine. He just seemed to be having a hard time believing it.

Dr Green had always made sure there was pen and paper within arms length so I was able to communicate. He had managed to get my name out of me and I had told him that he wouldn't find any information on me in any databases and I refused to give him any further personal information. I would tell him more eventually, but I wasn't ready to share yet.

The night before my encounter with Mr Perfection I had another, what my stepmother termed 'bout of my unfortunate affliction' and I knew that no matter what Dr Green said, Mr Perfection would get his way. Instead of dwelling on it, or trying to work out how to stop it, I wrote a note telling Dr Green to just let it happen. I was faking sleep when they burst into my room the next morning.

"No! Sean! This has gone on long enough! We need to know more about her. So far all we know is her name, which for all we know is fake given Mr Morgan can't find anything on her, she was running when you hit her and that she doesn't want people touching her. You and I both know that isn't exactly a good sign! I am waking her up and we are getting answers!"

Sean starts to reply but promptly stopped when I shifted my leg slightly, causing the notebook to fall to the floor. I heard him pick it up and after a moment he told Owen to just go ahead and do what he had to do.

I felt the air shift in the room as Owen approached the bed. "Miss Sorenson..." he started, as he gripped my shoulder gently to wake me. For the most part, his hand was on the horrible green hospital gown that I was wearing, but one finger made contact with the side of my neck. That was all it took for me to learn everything there was to know about him. I saw his life dance across the backs of my eyelids in vivid detail and he was seeing the same things I was. He was the second person this week that had made contact with my skin. That was 2 more than I had had contact with in over 10 years.

The look on Owen's face as he realised what Sean had told him was true and that every memory that was running through his head was also running through mine. I opened my eyes and looked to Sean, who new exactly what I needed. He handed me the notebook and pen.

"I'm sorry, but that is why I don't want people touching me. I don't want to see the things that others want to keep private, but I have no control over it. I was running the day that Sean hit me with his car because my stepmother was in the middle of what she called a business transaction where she was selling me to a bunch of men that planned on exploiting my 'unusual affliction'. I am not a tool to be used and if I could have had a normal life, been a normal person, I would have preferred it!"

I spent the next month in the hospital recovering, not just from the injuries I received from Dr Greens car, but also from the years of malnutrition that were plaguing my body. Dr Green had explained to me that I was dangerously underweight and my body was on the verge of shutting down. They wanted to make sure that I was healthy again before I left the hospital. They helped me to regain strength before asking me to move into their home to live with them and their brothers.

They had learnt about my visions while I was in hospital and we after a while we had realised they were ale to help me escape them, rather than me being pulled down by them. Often, with the particularly bad ones, I found myself stuck in the vision, pulled down and seeing it over and over until my body has no energy left and I would pass out. They had walked in while I was stuck in a vision and thought I was seizing, since my body was rigid and I wasn't responding. I somehow managed to get my arm to move far enough to grab hold of Owen. It was the first time that anyone had been near me while I was stuck in a vision before so I had no idea that contact would transfer what I was seeing to the person I made contact with.

Over the following months I had worked with them on communicating what information I wanted through touch as well, since I was still not ready to try talking out loud. My stepmother had done her best to break me while I was growing up and when it came to my voice; she had managed to silence me entirely.

Their brothers had accepted me into their family with little protest, though they didn't understand why I wouldn't talk and were confused when Owen had instructed them to ensure they did not make contact with my skin. We had grown to work well together, despite the fact I still wouldn't talk and I was often working in the kitchen with them, helping prepare meals. It was the least I could do to repay their kindness and generosity. I was always very aware of what was happening around me and where everyone was, but thankfully there were never any accidental touches.

About a month ago I started going out to collect the mail every morning after the mailman had dropped it off in our letterbox and this morning had been no different. That is until I turned to walk back inside, browsing through the mail seeing who it was for. I found myself starting to fall into another vision but managed to withdraw from it before it pulled me down too far. I had, however, seen enough to know that I needed to see Owen and Sean immediately. They had been helping me work on withdrawing from the visions, so I don't stuck in the spiral they usually bring. I did know that I wouldn't be able to hold this one back for long.

Racing inside, I found the room that Sean and Owen were in. I knew they were in a meeting and I shouldn't interrupt, but I also knew that they needed to know what I had seen in the vision. After dropping the mail onto the table I began pacing back and forth in front of the door, trying to decide if I should go in or not. They were coming and I didn't know what to do, what it meant. I did know that if they caught up to me it wouldn't be good for anyone around me.

I had stopped pacing and stood staring at the closed door, waiting for it to tell me what I should do when I heard someone clear his throat. I turned to my left and saw Kota standing there watching me. I don't know when he had managed to come into the room without me noticing or how long he had been standing there, but he seemed to know the struggle I was feeling.

"You know they're in a meeting. You really shouldn't interrupt unless it is a matter of life and death." He stated matter-of-factly.

I found myself thinking if only you knew before he continued. "Why don't you tell me what you want to see them about and we will work out if it is important enough to interrupt them". He stood there watching me, not moving, not saying anything, just challenging me to talk to him. All of the boys assumed that I used my voice to talk to Sean and Owen; they didn't know the truth. Owen had insisted that for the time being it was better they thought I spoke and that when the time was right, he would share with them the way I communicate.

I decided I would try to talk, try to tell him what I had seen. I opened and closed my mouth several times before swallowing hard and trying again. I hadn't spoken to anyone since I was 6 years old. I managed to stammer the letter "I" several times before I huffed out a sigh, throwing my hands up in the air in total frustration. Kota was still looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue.

I walked back to the table to grab the mail, hoping the logo I saw on an envelope earlier would help me to focus my thoughts enough for me to be able to get out more than the letter 'I'. Only, when I got to the table, the mail wasn't there.

"Are you looking for these?" Kota asked while holding up the letters. "Tell me what's going on ad you can have them" he said.

I caught sight of the logo on the envelope as the slipped further apart in his fingers. Seeing the logo made me realise it was what had triggered the vision in the first place. I was unable to stop it this time. I heard a bloodcurdling scream as I collapsed to the floor. It took a moment for me to realise the sound was coming from me.

I was only vaguely aware of the noise in the room around me, as I was pulled further into the vision, unable to escape it this time. I heard Owen and Sean burst from the office they had been meeting in and Sean was at my side in seconds. He sat behind me and lifted me slightly so that I was resting against him rather than lying sprawled on the floor. I had little control left over my body as I was dragged into the depths of the vision. I barely registered him attempting to soothe me with his words and wiping away tears that I didn't even realise were falling.

I heard Owen round on Kota. "Report, now!" He was using a far icier tone than I had ever heard from him. He wasn't happy.

"I'm sorry" Kota started. "She was standing outside the office looking like she wanted to go in and interrupt your meeting. I knew it was an important meeting so I asked her to tell me what she wanted to talk to you about to see if it was something that warranted interrupting the meeting. She stammered the letter 'I' several times before looking defeated. She moved to the table to pick up the mail again, but I already had it. When she saw it, she screamed."

"Mr Lee, I understand that you and your brothers don't know a lot about Miss Sorenson and I know you want answers, but you may have just set us back in any progress we had made with her!"

While listening to the conversation between Owen and Kota, I was also faintly aware of Sean trying to call me out of the vision that was replaying through my mind. The biggest downside to my visions was they were exactly that – visions. I could still hear everything going on around me but had only limited movement and couldn't see anything.

"She was beaten, forced to drink bleach and on more than one occasion threatened with having her tongue cut out for talking, all before the age of 6. We can't erase that Mr Lee, and helping her to overcome her past evils doesn't happen overnight! You, yourself, know that it takes time to overcome past trauma" Owen continued.

"Pookie! I need you to let go of the vision and come back to us!" I could hear Sean pleading but couldn't get out of the vision. It was like it was stuck on replay and wasn't going to stop until I passed out. "Come on Pookie! Just like we have been practicing! Please let it go!"

After another moment he yelled "Owen! She isn't responding! She is stuck and my home word isn't pulling her back like it usually does!" I could hear the panic in his voice and hated I was the reason it was there.

I heard two sets of footsteps move closer to me and had to assume it was Kota and Owen. That was confirmed when they spoke.

"Oh god! What's wrong with her?" Kota asked. He sounded equal parts curious and guilty about what was happening.

"Miss Sorenson, you need to let it go! Let the vision fall away and focus on your breathing!"

The trouble was, I couldn't. The more I tried to let it go, the more exhausted I felt. Hearing the concern in their voices, I focused on moving my hand and arm. Since I couldn't see anyone around me, I reached for Sean's arm; his hand was resting on my bicep. I heard his intake of breath as the vision replayed for a final time. I could feel his heartbeat increase behind me, reassuring me he was seeing what I saw.

"Owen," I heard Sean say as I was barely clinging to consciousness. "We need a family meeting in half an hour. We need to tell them everything! They have found her!"

I gave Sean's arm a gentle squeeze, letting him know I understood and was ok with them telling everyone, before I finally welcomed oblivion.

A/N If you enjoyed this and would like to see it moved from a one shot to a story of its own, please let me know :)