A/N : Wow, it's been a long time... I still down own these series, tho (disclaimer, and all)

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Chapter 17

Derek and Simon clearly knew a lot more about this supernatural stuff than I did. So I understood that in order for them to help me, I had to cooperate with them. I inhaled and as I exhaled, I pushed away the nagging uncertainty that came with having to reveal my power-slash-disorder and followed Derek's orders . . . sort of.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific." I said.

Derek sighed impatiently. "Fine. Why did you show up here yesterday?"

I lifted an eyebrow. "I overheard your conversation."

"You mean you heard us talking?" Simon asked as he sat up.

I nodded.

Derek furrowed his brow, scrutinizing me. "How well can you hear?"

"I hear you sleep. . ."

Simon snorted. "Does he snore?"

"No, that's you; made me think I was hallucinating the first day I got here." I glanced at Simon and saw a smile spread across his face, he missed my half-hearted dirty look.

"What about afterwards? How did you get away?" Derek stayed on topic.

"Nothing special. I just ran to my room, tried to stick to the shadows."

"What about your other senses?"

"I can smell pretty well, I can see in the dark. . . "

"Anything else?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, from what I could tell, I'm like you . . . but better."

Simon burst out laughing next to me while Derek took a slightly different approach. His lip curled as his eyes bore into mine from under the damp curtain of thick, black hair. "How so. . .?"

"Let's see . . . I can hear you sleep at night, the trails you leave with your scent are almost tangible. . ." I folded a finger every time I mentioned something. "The only difference between day and night is the lack of colour, I've grown three inches in the past week . . . Can you do any of this?"

Simon stopped laughing and stared at me. Derek didn't change his expression one bit. He was scrutinizing me, trying to figure out whether I was telling the truth.

"Don't look at me as if I'm lying. You've seen it for yourself – you were there half the time."

He didn't say anything, so I continued, telling them how I have what appears to be 'the sixth sense'.

"Wait, like that one for that movie?" Simon eyes widened as he glanced at Derek.

The reference to one of my favourite subjects, movies, put a small smile on my face. "You mean M. Night Shyamalan's only hit?"

Simon nodded.

"Not quite. Ghosts don't come to talk to me - and if they do, then I don't see them; it's more like. . . a sort of heightened intuition that guides me. "

Derek's composure broke ever-so-slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows, most likely contemplating the truth behind my story. Simon continued glancing at him, trying to catch his eye and see his reaction, as he did each time I provided them with a new detail. They didn't ask any more questions and I continued, recalling what happened to me on the day that brought me to Lyle House.

That little nagging voice in my head returned, halting me for a moment and making me rearrange my thoughts. It made me realize that there were two things I couldn't tell them about: my period and the dream that I had that night. The reason why I left out the first point is rather simple; it is very PERSONAL and so EMBARRASSING and I had no plans of telling two guys about. The second point, however, was a bit more complicated. Firstly, it was a dream so I wasn't even sure myself if what I saw was real or not. Secondly, that dream leads to a series of other dreams and visions which are just as complicated and unreal as the first one. And finally, I wasn't going to tell the guys that I may or may not have possibly murdered someone when I was four years old. I couldn't accept it, myself, so I had no idea how the guys would take it. Clearly, Derek didn't have such a clean past either, but at least he didn't rip anyone's throat out. If he had any sense left in him, he would march straight downstairs and tell the nurses that I should be locked far, far away.

He'd probably be right, too. But I couldn't let that happen, so I didn't mention either of those things and briefly went over that day.

"So, one day, it all crashed down on you? Just like that?" Simon asked

I nodded.

"For no reason?" he looked a bit unsure.

I diverted my eyes. "Not that I know of." Half-lie.

"But you mainly got here for fighting with your teachers, right?" He pressed on. "Why did you do it?"

I looked down on the comforter in front of me and smoothed it, trying to find the right words. I quickly glanced at Derek, who was still staring at me, waiting for a reply. Then I said: "Like I told you, I had a really bad headache. All of these new. . . powers, I guess, were too much for me. I couldn't think straight and then I . . . blanked out, and when I finally got to my senses, it was like I couldn't even control my own body. . ."

I looked up again. Simon seemed sympathetic as he glanced at his brother, Derek was the complete opposite. "Explain," was the only word he said.

I took a deep breath. This wasn't an easy subject for me to just 'explain'. It was all new to me and once again, finding the right words was difficult and took some time.

Derek shifted impatiently on his feet.

"I told you about my intuition . . ." I began. "Well, sometimes it just lightly warns me of . . . certain situations, so to speak – kind of like a feeling I would get." I paused. "Sometimes it's a bit more pronounced, like I can feel the separation between me and . . . it."

I took another deep breath and let it out slowly. Derek became more impatient, letting out an irritated grunt.

"And sometimes," I continued, "it would be so strong that it would take over, completely. It's like something would kick into gear and I wouldn't think anymore. I would just do."

Simon and Derek exchanged looks.

"Wait, like instinct?" Simon asked as his gaze darted toward Derek once again.

"Sort of," I said. "But more like. . . there's two separate parts of me and one is usually more dormant. But when it's awake, it's like we're at war. I get headaches, mood swings, my vision clouds over red and my powers intensify . . . That other part is the one has the instinct. Then, when it senses trouble," I looked at Derek, "it relays it to me. If necessary, my body reacts on its own."

He looked back at me, straight into my eyes. "How often?"

"Well, the first time was that day, then when tossed me across the room, then when I pushed you, and then, just now, in the basement."

"And you feel threatened each time?"

I nodded.

"What happened in the basement?" He asked.

Derek knew what happened in general, he could hear me and Rae as we tried to break into the closet. What he wanted to know was what I felt while I was down there.

"I just had a really bad feeling about that crawl space. I couldn't stay there anymore. I don't know why, but I was really freaked out. I had to get out."

Simon opened his mouth to say something, but I raised my hand and looked at the door.

"Someone's coming," I said.

Derek was confused for a second, until, I guessed, he picked up the sound of the footsteps, as well, and nodded.

"Boys? Chloe?" Mrs. Talbot called form the stairs. "Snack time. Come on down."

Simon took an incredulous look between me and Derek.

"We'll be right there!" I called beck.

"We'll continue this later," Derek said as he walked out the door.

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A/N: Before the barrage of weaponry that is sure to fly my way for taking so long to update, I really must say that I do in fact apologize. And yes, i know it's almost been a year and i'm VERY, TRULLY, SORRY. Did my lousy update-less FanFic lose all its fans? I hope not! But i will understand if it did, it was my fault, after all (GAH! I'm sorry!)

For all my old readers and hopefully, some new ones, i hope you enjoyed! Please do review, it helps me make the story better. Once again, I'm really sorry, but you'll forgive me, right? ;) [I can just see the line of hell no's waiting for me in the reviews when i check back]

AS AN UPDATE: It seems that for some reason, my email notifications for the reviews to this story have been turned off, and I just read them now... Even though I made you guys wait so long, you still had nothing but nice things to say and kept on supporting me and my story. It really made me feel so so so happy. Thank you all so much. I'll try to update shortly (hopefully it won't take another year)