I've never kept a routine until now. It's hard not to keep one especially with demanding my trainer is. I'm on an island, living in a cabin house that overlooks the ocean. I should be relaxing under the sun, using this period as a mandatory vacation but Damian has other plans. He wakes me up everyday at five and give me twenty minutes to tidy up before meeting him outside for yoga. He and his father shares the same view of medication being what I need. The place is usually quiet but sometimes I find it hard to concentrate and whenever I shift my concentration, he is always there to set me right.

He believes I have other powers being part Dihipian and Mesdowellian, he thinks there's more to me than telekinesis, telepathy and empathy, so he drives me hard. Training me like I'm preparing for a war. He's brutal when it comes to teaching. He doesn't encourage, applaud. I move the sand with mind. My telekinesis power works which unlocks the telepathy. Happiness can't be use to describe the feeling. I expect Damian to share my happier but he walks away. It makes my heart feel heavy, which makes me feel sad.

When Arihmatheo forced me to have an out of body experience while I was chained, I didn't even know what was happening nor did I know I had the power to do that. Damian has no idea how to make me do it, so we didn't practice that, he didn't know how to teach me to control because he doesn't have the power himself. He said it would just happen and it did on its own.

He was going to punch me but I felt something leave my body, like I was there and I wasn't. I realized I was floating in air and my body was just standing there. It felt like flying, being in two places at once. I was ecstatic but Damian wouldn't let me celebrate.

I know what type of person he is. He doesn't feel. He behaves like a robot sometimes, but I hoped for more. The old man said he cares for me but I don't see it because he doesn't show it.

The combat class is what I hate most. Damian never treats me like a lady. He tosses me around like a ragdoll and if he hears me groan, he growls, "don't let your enemy sense your fear, they'll use it to their advantage." He'll say.

I didn't spend much time in the alternate reality that the sisters of the dark forced me to create but I'm cursed with remembering ever second of it. I remember Damian, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. It's suck to know that I've created a different version of this person and yet the real one is so different from it.

I appreciate everything he's doing for me. He's making me stronger but the way he's delivery his words and actions, it's just worse than before.

Everytime he slams me on my back, he won't give me anytime to recover, he'll say, "get up."

Obeying him, I'll get up and hold my stance with my fist stretched out in front of me. Damian is a skilled fighter but he's teaching skill lacks so many things. And I'm done.

I haven't communicated with anyone since he moved here and I'm in serious need of some company, someone I can vent to. I promised Jessica astra projection and she's about to get lucky because now I need to see her face. After today's session, Damian disappeared and I haven't seen him since. It's nice to have sometime to myself even though I'm always alone most of the time. I wonder he goes though. I doubt he even sleeps in his room.

Anyway, I miss Jessica and Nate. I wonder how they're doing or if they miss me, I doubt it though. They have each other.

I'm in the living room, sitting criss cross on the floor in the middle of a pentagram enclosed in a circle. I push all thoughts of Damian away from my mind and replace them with Jessica, I need to talk to her now if I don't want to lose my mind. I need someone to share the excitement with me. I have never done anything like this before, but I have read somewhere that Astral Projection is actually quite simple, interesting and fun. I place candles on the circle where the lines of the pentagram connects. The spell book is opened in front of me. I know the spell by heart but I need to be hundred percent sure. Before I can astra project, I need something to help me focus and since this is my first time doing this. The spell book is the magical gem object that will help me stay in my astral body.

"Ichkic bynder ha afuro." I cast the spell and snap my fingers.

My reality splices into another, and becomes stable when I open my eyes and notice I'm in my room in The Vale. It worked. Of course it did, I can't believe it worked. I can't wait to tell Jessi-

A moan pulls me out of my thought. I move my eyes to the corner because I think I can guess what's happening but I don't want to see. My roommate is on top of her boyfriend, Nate. Turning my back, I wrap my arms around myself and clear my throat to make my presence known but neither of them acknowledge me. Worst timing ever.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before snapping my fingers. Opening my eyes to see the familiar walls of the cabin house. I close the spell book and move to put out the candle before getting up on my feet and use my foot to break the circle.

I don't have the right to be upset or hurt. I promised to keep in touch but never gave her time beside it's not like she's doing anything wrong.

What am I to do now? There's no cable around to watch movie and I don't have a phone. I can't read anymore spell books, it's tiring. There is nothing for me to do except stare at the ocean.

I change from my pajamas to a tank top and baggy sweatpants before going outside the house.

Its always good to be outside, especially now that I'm alone, doing nothing. I can feel the ocean calling for me, literally. I think this is a perfect time to try meditating by myself without having Damian breath down my neck. Pushing all thought away from my mind, I take a sit in front of the ocean, I sit criss cross. Proceeding to pack my hair in a bun to tame it from getting in my face. Dropping my hands on my lap, I begin to focus.

I exhale and inhale, closing my eyes and clearing my mind until all thought begins to fade away, leaving my mind blank.

Minutes into my meditation after I've relaxed and gotten used to the comfortable silence in myself, everything around me starts coming to live, I begin to feel my surroundings: from the movement of the waves to little things like the flight of the birds. I can feel them all in slow motion.

I open my eyes and blink, not recognizing the place I am. Definitely not at the cabin house but I can still hear the waves and birds. I'm somewhere else but it's not astral projection because if I'm astral projecting, I wouldn't be able to hear where my physical body is. Now, I've being in other people's mind to know where I am. Coming to a conclusion that I'm in my mind. My soul is somewhere but not detached from my body though, I can still feel myself.

I stand up to look around. I came to a conclusion that I'm in my mind but I'm not sure.

Everything around me is dark with the only light coming from the reflection of shiny little stars all around me.

"Hello?" I'm not sure why I said that but I wish I could just see someone that can tell me about where I am.

This feels like the time I'm conscious in my dream and wander around until I find something terrible to push me back to the real world.

"Is anybody here?" My voice is a little louder this time.

How does one communicate inside herself?

I'm about to make another loud announcement when I hear a hum. It's low, weak but I can still make it out. This makes me wonder of am still in my head?

I follow the hum to... a door? A door just happens to appear out of nowhere. It's wooden and black. I don't know what's behind that door but I hope it's something meaningful.

Standing in front of the it, I take a moment before placing my hand on the doorknob. I don't open it right away, I keep listening to the sound as the humming continues. Somehow the song sounds familiar. I have heard it before but can't remember where.

I turn the knob and the door opens to another place, changing the whole surrounding from the skylight to a bedroom. I hear the humming again, which grabs my attention. A woman is sitting on a rocking chair with her back turned to me. A sniffle makes me get a move on and stop in front of her. I recognize Sabine, but she looks nothing like the happy and cheerful Sabine I saw in Arihmatheo's mind. This version of her is sad. Her eyes are fixed on the small bundle laying peacefully in her arms. She sniffles again and wipes her tears but doesn't catch everything as one manage to slip and drop on the baby's forehead. I look at the baby and smile. Sabine is my real Mother, which can mean that the baby sucking on her thumb is me. Now I know I'm in my head, this is my memory.

Sabine stops humming and stares at the baby, who is looking at her mother with her big blue eyes. She blinks before her face curls up in sadness and begins to cry. The mother smiles and cradles her in her chest, soothing me in a very motherly way. I feel my heart heavy watching this.

I don't remember the first five years of my life but it's good to know that I had this.

"I know baby, I miss him too," she whispers and rubs circles on the baby's back.

"Camille!" A distant voice calls me. I look around, searching for the source. "Camille!" The voice comes again.

The walls begins to crack. I'm losing focus and my concentration are slipping. I close my eyes and break all focus. Letting out a sharp exhale, I open my eyes to the real world... Except the world is sinking. No, that's can't be right. I'm in the air. I'm fly–

Oh shit, I'm losing balance and I'm going to fall.

I scream tears from my throat as I descend. Closing my eyes and bracing myself for the impact...but it never comes as I fall into someone's arms or the person catch me.

I open one eye to be sure that I'm not dreaming because let's be real everything that has happened in the last five minutes feels like a dream, only it's not as Damian's eccentric blue eyes stares back at me. I swallow hard and chuckle nervously.

"So... that just happened," I manage to say without letting my breath get in the way.

I have no idea what just happened. One minute I was medicating and the next I was flying.

He nods. "Yes, you just flew, congratulations. You should add it to your powers list," he places me on my feet and takes a step back.

"Okay," This is awkward. "What's up?" I ask.

"I have news: the good, the bad and the worse, which one do you want to hear first?"

"I've never known you to care about my feelings, so spare me the choosing game. The worse news will be a good start." I shrug.

"I-" I interrupt to piss him off.

"Let me guess, you have captured George, Sebastian and Arihmatheo, and you want me to do the honors thank you very much, let's go." I joke.

"No. And killing a soul will damage you forever." He states.

I shrug. "I don't care." I really don't give a fuck about my soul. I have three plans; Find the bastards, kill the bastards, and make sure it hurts.

"You should."

I roll my eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't killed anyone before," he seems all dark and broody but I know that deep down, he is ruthless.

"I have killed more than you'll ever know." He tells me.

Hearing him say that makes my mouth drop open. I realize I don't know anything about him and he doesn't seem eager to be friends with me. It's not like I want anything to do with him giving his rotten behavior and all, but my feelings aren't going away anytime soon, so it'll be nice to at least know some times about the guy I'm crushing on.

"How old are you?" I ask. I've always thought he's nineteen but I never confirmed.

"I don't know." He answers.

I widen my eyes in surprise. He didn't just say that. "You don't know your age? How–why... How long have you been alive?"

"I've spent so many years in Di Hipsodat before coming to earth and I don't keep count. I'm alive and that's what matters." He shrugs one shoulder.

He doesn't care about his age? I mean, he doesn't look a day older than nineteen. If wouldn't worry him because Dihipian growth is different from humans. He's an immortal and will probably look like that until the end of time.

"Can't say I'm not shock," I clear my throat, "How old is your dad?"

"I don't know." He doesn't even know his age, how do I expect him to know someone else's.

"Where is your Mother?"

It feels like I am interrogating him but I'm not, I just want to get to know him in the only way I know I can.

"Is there a point to this meaningless conversation or are you going to let me finish what I was going to say?"

I purse my lips and shake my head. "You are no fun," I mutter. "By all means, knock yourself out."

"Thank you. The good news is that both your parents are alive. The bad news is that we don't know where they are. The worse news is that your powers are getting stronger." He tells me.

"I assure you that they are dead, your dad told me he got a call from their attorney regarding their will. Did you know that Richard and Corinne are filthy rich? They left everything to me and both their net worth is more than a million dollars. I'm a millionaire. Can you believe it?" I ask playfully.

Damian is looking at me like I have lost my mind, maybe I have. "You know the parents I was referring to. It's okay to feel overwhelmed with the news I just told you."

"Overwhelmed?" I chuckle. "I'm not overwhelmed, I'm fucking livid. I came here thinking I might make a good sense of myself, but you thought training me would be good. Not that I don't appreciate everything you do because I really do, but Damian I don't need a strict sensei. I need a friend. I need someone I can enjoy this place with but all you do is train me. It's fucking draining." I lash out.

"Calm down, Camille, let me finish. Ever since you stepped foot on this island there have been strange things happening. I take off without telling you anything because I didn't want to tell you about it. You're stressing enough on your own. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you or rather show you," he explains.

"I stopped listening after you said strange things happening after I got here."

"Follow me," he orders. He turns to the side and starts walking, I follow behind him.

I stop when he stops, I look in front of me to see birds, not just any birds. They are dead ravens. "What happened here?"

"You happened," he tells me.

I lick my bottom lip as I listen to Damian explain what happened with the birds as he leads me back inside. He wants us to return back to The Vale and I'm going to pack at once. Apparently I have been killing ravens since I got here, which doesn't make any sense to me. Ravens aren't even supposed to be on this island but somehow they are. I remember the first time I lost control, it was at a West High game, I almost killed everyone with the ravens. And earlier today when I was meditating, when I was watching a beautiful memory. I was right about being in my head but what I didn't know was that my body was conjuring the ravens, using them as a conduit and when I opened my eyes, I broke the connection I had with them, causing their death.

Damian can't explain what happened but he knows I did it. He's right my powers are getting stronger and the mystery behind some of them are nerve-wracking. There is one thing I'm sure of, it is that something dark is inside of me waiting to unleash. I mean, look at the ravens. I did that without knowing.

"Are you ready?" He asks behind me.

Weeks ago he asked the same thing, then I was hopeful, now I'm hopeless. No one can help me.