I don't own anything, except for Nico.

Nicolette's POV

"It has been a year since I last saw my parents. When I was a baby played with my "imaginary friends". My parents didn't pay any notice at all. When I was nine months I began to talk, so I talked with my friends. My friends would tell me all about things that were going to happen. Naturally, I would recite these little conversations to my parents. When the things I was told started coming true my parents began to look at me differently. Soon I was tested for gifted classes which I passed. However, even being "special" has it downsides. I went through school a little early; I was eleven when I started middle school. I didn't make very many friends, due to my quirks, except for one. Her name was Emily; she was my all-time best friend. I don't know about how she feels about me since is left but I've tried to visit her.

"When I turned twelve, even stranger things began to happen. I was attacked by a bully that day. At that time, all I could think of was pushing the kid back; I wanted to hurt him so he couldn't hurt me again. I became so filled with rage and, before either of us could register what happened, he was lying on the ground gasping for air. He claimed I punched him, but all witnesses agreed that I never laid a hand on hm. I knew had hurt him; I just didn't know how. After being thoroughly questioned, my parents came to pick me up. When we got home, they packed my clothes and my favorite Teddy bear. They packed toothbrush and hairbrush as if I was going over to a friend's for a very long sleepover. My parents were frantic as they piled me and my bag into the car again. My mother grabbed my face and told me things would be alright, that I was just going on a trip.

"And ever since then I have lived on my own, trying to figure out what I am; all the while learning to fight my outburst with my abnormal abilities; each time I lost myself the results would be more catastrophic . Now I have pretty much learned how to suppress it, at least to where they don't act up in public. Along the way I've met many good people who love me despite myself. Oh and I've always been strong but apparently, my abilities were awakened by puberty. Go figure."

I explain everything as casually as possibly to him, hoping it would prevent him from freaking out. I would say it worked, for the most part. The boy gave me a skeptical look. Who would have thought a dirty, blood-stained and injured boy who just so happened to climb up a 30-story building would skeptical of me! Just thinking about it is silly.

"So let me get this straight; you have powers? What can you do, hum? Can you control minds, or move things, or summon the dead~?" He wiggles his fingers mockingly for emphasis. I huff at him and set a warm mug of tea on the counter. I cross my arms and concentrate on the drink. Steady the mug begins to inch its way towards the disbelieving boy. At first he looks shocked, but soon his expression changes to one of fascination.

"How did you do that?!"

"Haven't you been listening? I can move things and people without touching them. Anyway, what about you; what is your story?" the quick change of topics catches him off guard. I take out another mug and fill it the tea and sugar. I wait patiently for the boy to begin as I bring the warm cup to my lips. He takes in an exaggerated breath before speaking.

"Well, let's see. I've lived in a research facility my whole life where I was poked and prodded for the "good of science". What a load. Finally I decided I didn't want to live that way anymore so I left. "

He's quiet for a few minutes as he reminisces about the past. I wait for him to continue and I reach out and place my hand on his. "You don't have to say anymore if it makes you uncomfortable." Worry twists my heart and feel like bringing him closer to me. After a while he sighs.

"My first memory wasn't even of a mother or father holding me; it was a bunch of freaks in white coats telling me what to do! I hated it! Normal kids went to school and made friends. I got to read about school and human interaction in an encyclopedia! All I have ever heard out of those people were calculations and results. The most warmth I could ever hope to feel came from a frickin' hot meal. Where's the justice in that?"

His expression is raw and frustrated and so very intense; I don't know what more I can do or say. In my helplessness and desperation, I let go of rationality and do what my instincts tell me. I come from behind the counter and stand in front of this very lost kid, and I hold him tightly. My arms are around his neck and I gently stroke his hair. Slowly, but surely, he rests is head on my shoulder and releases a quiet sob.

Author: Okay so here's the deal, I am going to break up this and the thing to do with the government. I Might take a while because life is calling, but I will definitely try to update when I can! Until then, enjoy the feels (If they can even be called that. I really don't know how well I did with this part). Also, Nico WILL feed him. I promise you.