The air that doesn't smell like medicine, the not so sick people, the smell of anything but hospital food I've been discharged from the hospital and I'm ready to go, the problem is; Melissa told me she would be bringing me home but the only place I could think of was my dad's house, and I want to escape but I have nowhere to go, no job no real friends, and I don't have any money at all.
"Melissa? where are we going?" I ask her just to be sure
"My house where else" she replied with a small giggle
A pressure on my chest was gone and I remained quiet for the rest of the ride home.
When we arrived I saw the building was maybe four stories tall and looked pretty luxurious.
Though it wasn't her building the other tenants showed her a lot of care and respect, I don't think it's because she'll be taking care of me.
"They sure like you," I told her with a smile
"N-no, they're only happy that y-you woke up I talk a lot about you, you should greet them when you can," she said with a blush on her face
"You're a mob boss aren't you," I say with a curious gaze
"PFTT" she tried to hold back her laugh until we got inside.
The apartment was a duplex, quite spacious two rooms with bathrooms and a kitchen downstairs. Upstairs was an office and entertainment room. Overall no problems but her color choice, every wall and ceiling was black, pure black the drapes too without a lamp it would be like I was in a coma all over again.
My room was actually painted a dark blue color still dark but not as dark as the void she calls an apartment. How could someone with such a bright soul like the darkness this much?
(insight)
[Umbrakinetic] a child of the light that channels shadows
(shadow/light manipulation)
(shadow/light body)
She can control shadows? she told me she was clairvoyant.
I curiously asked "Melissa? you can control shadows?"
*thunk**splash*
she dropped her glass, looked at me and asked: "How do you know that?"
"your status," I said knowing u messed up somehow
"what's your class and why can you see my ability," she asked with a cautious expression
"can't you see mine," I ask while trying to make up a class
"no, no one can see anyone's unless they have an observation type class"
"M-my class is a prophet," I told her with a sick feeling in my stomach
I don't like lying to her but can't just tell her that I'm basically a demigod. She'll never believe it and if she does then what just explain to her every time something strange and amazing happens around me, what a pain.
"Prophet the what's your second ability," she said with curiosity
"W-what do you mean," I said trying to be less suspicious
"You have to have a blessing to have that class it is only an additional class, so what's your real class, "
I always thought my little sister was smart but to be so quick about something like this.