Chapter Thirteen: Midori:
We are changing again. He’s making us have to use our powers to stay alive. Madoka had to stop wearing her glasses because of it. We have to learn how to control our powers as they start to grow and evolve. Mikado can see inner demons with both eyes now.
I can’t tell my parents what’s going on with me. They already freaked out when I was abducted as a child. Telling them I can control time will make it worse.
I shook my head.
“Are you okay, dear?” mom asked.
“No,” I said.
“Yeah.” It was more than that, though. It keeps piling up on me. The memories, the stalking, the whispering, the demons, the staring. I haven’t even told her about the e-mail message I got.
Mom put her hand on mine. I jerked my head upwards. That old concern look in her eyes made my heart ache.
“We can go home if you want,” she said. I shook my head.
“Are you sure?” mom asked. I nodded one. She slowly drew back her hand.
“Alright,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said. A waiter came by our table. I would say that he looked about my age, maybe a little bit older. His cheeks turned bright pink as he stared at me. Did I attract another one again? I reached up and started waving in his face. I cleared my throat aloud. The waiter came back to earth.
“Oh!” he said. “Ladies, are you ready to order?”
“Yeah,” mom said. “I will have Classic Spaghetti with meat sauce.”
“I’ll have the pizza Margherita,” I said. The waiter took down our orders and took up our menus. I turned back to mom.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked. Her cheeks turned bright red.
“I’m seeing someone,” she said. My eyes widened as my jaw dropped.
“Who?” I asked. My mom tried not to giggle.
“You remember that coworker I told you about?” she asked.
“The geeky one that is so nice to you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “We have been dating for three weeks now.”
“Wow, congratulations,” I said. “I’m so happy for you.” My mom’s cheeks turned red.
“Thanks,” she said in a soft voice. The waiter came by our table with a big bottle of wine.
“Um… excuse me, we didn’t order this,” I said.
“I know,” the waiter said. “It’s compliments of the bartender to the pretty ladies at table eight.” I looked over at the bar. There was the bartender looking at me blushing.
“Oh,” I said. “Tell him I said thanks, I guess.” The waiter nodded and walked over to the bar.
“Wow, the staff here is really nice to us today,” my mom said.
“Yeah…” I said uneasily. I tried to laugh off the unwanted attention. Suddenly, I heard a low whisper in my ear. Their words made my blood run cold. I will never forget what they said.
I will kill your mother.