“I wonder if she’s here.”

“She wouldn’t come back here.”

“This is pointless.”

She ran to her bedroom door, cracked it open, and peered out. Down the staircase she could see a couple of government agents in there black suits. They walked silently through the house with there guns held ready to shoot. Thinking quickly, Teli crept out of the door and while they went into the kitchen and study areas, she flew with out a sound down the hall. She made her way to her parent’s room. As soon as she was safely inside and the door shut without noise. She headed straight to the wardrobe. She climbed inside and shut the door softly.

She broke into a run while shaking her head more trying to get the memories out of the brain. She reached her bedroom and slammed the door closed after her as she had done so many times in the past. Her room remained as it was when she was taken away. Her bed was neatly made. Her toys were picked up the only thing out of place was the papers that lay strewn near her desk where they grabbed her and took her from. On top was the picture she had been drawing. It was of a bird sitting on the blossoming tree outside her window. That tree was now barren dieing. The memories rushed back to her. She ran into her bed falling on the oddly clean yellow quilt that covered the soft bed. She put her face into the pillow and started to cry. She could not stop the feelings, the emotion. It had wanted to come forth for so long, but she had withhold it, but now there seemed to be no reason to contain it. She lay in silence crying into her pillow until she heard the front gate rattle a bit. Teli jumped to her feet as she heard faint voices in her mind.

She stood for a while staring at the death place of her parents. She did not know what she was looking for. Maybe to fill the emptiness she felt inside or to find something that was calling her. She crept slowly through her house. It was recognizable. She had known every inch and crevice of the house. She searched for her unknown objective. The kitchen was left spotless. There was an odd lack of dust in the house. The years of old of food were left in its place, but nothing was rotten. It remained as if it was bought from the grocery store the day before. If she didn’t know better she could swear she could smell the scent of fresh cookies in the oven. She shook her head and headed out towards the old staircase. Her mind was playing tricks on her as she climbed the stairs. She could here the sounds of her father’s music being played from her father’s study.

The blood stains remained in there place almost showing her the outlines of where her parents had been killed. Death meant something to her now. Though only twelve years of age, she understood a lot maybe even more than she should have. She had been the inadvertent cause of a couple deaths in the institute, but there was no effect on her from those. A couple of sparks here and there from her strange “disease” as they called it caused a couple of times lethal harm to those who surrounded her. She did not care really. Her brushes with death didn’t stop there. Her mind was a playground for the spirits. They haunted her. The more she resisted their presents the more they would taunt her. She had grown accustomed to their presence. Rarely would they get out of hand, but when they did strange things would occur.