She speaks not for you or me

A young lady entered the grounds relunctantly. Where was she? Where had she been? Who was this woman babbling to her about who she was and nonsense? She knew perfectly who she was she was Eloi....?

She didn't know who she was.

Tears began to stream her face. Her frustration was there, even though her face appeared calm, and distant. Isn't that the worst thing that could happen to you? Not knowing who you are? She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Oh great, she was a mute too.

Eloi rubbed her eyes angrily, wanting to go strangle whoever it was that had made her forget. She crossed her arms and continued her silence. That's all that ever was. Silence, coldness, the absense of love... Eloi's life. Though she feared people... But why?

Her brain flashed with the death of children, from when she was very young.

Eloi winced. That was why. She wasn't a murderer. She remembered screaming it in the mental cells. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" Though no one could hear her mental screams. She had lost the power of her voice after all, and nothing but the screams of a mute surfaced from her mouth. She had hated the orphanage, but anything was better than that.

The sedatives began to wear off, and her memory slowly returned. The lady began to babble away at Eloi's silence, and she found a pen, and wondered what it would look like in a knot, and as she thought so, the pen raised out of her cup, and bent into a knot, without breaking.

"Don't worry, you never have to go back there again,"

Eloi was staring off into space, not paying attention to the Head Mistress. She didn't understand that she had practically saved her from a horrible life. Though, she wondered if what she'd through in her life could have been any worse than that. Eloi’s lavender eyes looked up at Abigail as she ensured her of her safety here. Her face was emotionless, silent, “they aren’t the problem. It’s me. I’m… dangerous.” She thought to herself. She was a monster, unable to control her powers, and if she had become angry enough… You’d better run.

"How long have you been able to do that, Eloi?"

Her eyes went big, and she dropped her pen, losing focus, and crossed her arms, and shrugged. She brought her knees to her chest, and found a painting to look at hung on Abigail’s office wall. Eloi’s eyes danced along the room, for she was too embarrassed to look at Abigail in the eyes. She bit her lip, and her blue skin started to turn a purple color from her red blushing.

“You’re so stupid, doing that in front of her!” Eloi cursed herself. She was her only friend, and occasionally talked to herself. The less people knew about her, perhaps the more inclined they would be to leave her alone, and not talk to her. Then she wouldn’t have worry about hurting them. Eloi then focused back on the pen, putting it back into the cup, unharmed.

Eloi watched with wonder as Abigail moved things with her mind too. So... she wasn't an alien monster thing? A small smile crept across her face, and Eloi wasn't sure if she should say anything. But, she figured that Abigail, if anyone, would understand. So she spoke to her using her telepathic abilties.

"Umm... I can speak to your thoughts, Abigail..." She looked at Abigail with her lavander eyes filled with pain. "I hurt people Abigail... I don't like my powers, I can't control them!" She felt tears welding up inside of her and she refused to let them fall. Not yet. She wasn't ready for that yet. But she had to tell someone her fears... Abigail had a nice smile...

"That's the purpose of the school. There's a lot of people like you, Eloi, who can do things that other people can't."

Eloi snorted and crossed her arms. She really doubted that. She was alone in the world, a speechless telepathic who no one wanted. They would have forgotten about her in that ward if it weren't... For Abigail. Eloi slowly started to realize what a wonderful person Abigail really was.

"Yeah, like kill people," She thought, softly. How were you supposed to control a power that went out of hand through emotions? Emotions can't be controlled...can they? She didn't know. She felt stupid.

"You know, if you wanted, I could help you control your powers,"

Eloi's eyes widened, and her grim expression softened, and she put her hands over her mouth with sure disbelief. "Really...?" Her thoughts were barely a squeak.