Evo's POV
"Damn, why doesn't she have accounts on social media?"
Since I got back home, all I've done is look for Bella Sebastian on social media sites. I've looked at all my friends' accounts to see if we have mutual friends. Even the USBO officers don't know anything about her social media accounts.
I've also asked my Architecture Department friends, who know little about Sebastian's social media accounts. I thought that she had just changed her name.
"Or use an alias." I wondered.
I quickly typed "Zero" into my laptop and looked for the alias "Zero," but only animes appeared. I think that Zero and Bella Sebastian are the same person. I stopped when I got exhausted of looking for her name on social media. Instead, I looked for ESP related to my telepathy. I recalled the moment when Zero contacted the woman. Something popped up in the woman's mind, allowing me to access it despite the fact that the incident had disrupted her mental state. Since my question can only mean one thing, I don't see any answers. Something about Zero made it possible for me to get into Naomi's mind.
"What is that, though? What does he have? Am I correct in believing that he and Bella Sebastian are the same person? Is it possible?"
I turned off the laptop and laid on the bed. "Damn, my head is hurting." I again wiped the warm liquid from my nose and noticed the blood on my finger.
Every time I use my ability, my nose starts to bleed. I can control my powers. I can choose what I want to hear, read, and shut down. It's all just self-study. Why don't I want to see a doctor? I've undergone hypnosis before, but it didn't yield any results. With Andrew's help, self-studying went well. I also learned a lot, including how I can manipulate someone's mind if I want to, as I did with Naomi. It was my second try because my first teacher in senior high school was a lab rat. It took me six months to finally master that technique, but it took me five years to control my telepathic ability.
I am experiencing a sense of delirium due to the overwhelming number of distinct voices that are present in my mind, which my mind is unable to manage.
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I witnessed a scenario: I was watching my child peek inside the room, and the child saw Mom and Uncle Mikel talking to each other as if they were having an argument. I can see them, but I can't hear anything they say. When they turned to face the child, my eyebrows furrowed, and I realized I had fled. I didn't know why I ran. What did I hear in their conversation that made me do that?
There are many people here. Why are so many people in the house? Something's happening. The child turned around, and I looked scared and confused. Dad saw me, greeted me, and held me by both shoulders. I saw his mouth moving but didn't hear anything else afterward. The child then looked around and ran out of the house again.
I went after my child right away and saw him riding a motorcycle. In the heavy rain, I ran after him. I screamed, but no one seemed to hear me. As everyone watched it leave, Uncle Mikel and Dad immediately followed the bike in different cars.
The next thing that could have occurred was that I was riding my motorcycle on a slick road, and the tire went flat multiple times. Also, it was dark and foggy, so I couldn't see the road. I noticed I would run into a big truck, so I tried to put my foot on the brake, but it didn't work. At that moment, my chest was pounding hard. The motorcycle speeds up because the brake doesn't work. A bike passed by, appearing as though the rider had dropped something on the road, but my fear prevented me from paying attention. Then there was a bright light before me, and what happened next happened quickly.
I woke up to many people whispering in my ear. Many people talk around me, but no one is beside me. No matter how hard I try to cover my ears, I can still hear them. I am experiencing a state of mental confusion; I am unable to recall the reason for my hospitalization, and I am hearing voices in my head that I am unable to identify or determine the source of. It was like a curse to me.
"How do you know?" Andrew, in shock, asked me.
"That's what you are thinking."
"I know!" he said with amazement.
"I can see into your mind."
"You..... what?"
"Read your mind. I can hear and read anyone's thoughts." I said. "And those thoughts drive me insane. I have a headache, and it makes me feel like I'm going to die," I said.
Andrew hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped my nose.
He said, "Blood," and pointed to the blood on the tissue.
HUH PHOO
I sat up in bed and gasped for air aloud, as if I couldn't get enough air. I was gasping for air and sweating a lot. I used my palm to wash it off my sweaty face and combed it through my sweaty hair as if I had just bathed. Even with the air conditioner running in my room, I woke up drenched in sweat. My throat felt dry, so I got up and went to the table in my room. I always have water with me, as I experience extreme thirst when I have unpleasant dreams at night.
I was so thirsty that I nearly drank a full glass of water in one gulp. After a few years, that dream has returned, and I'm unsure if it was just a dream. I can't remember anything.
I turned to my drawer in the bedside cabinet. I went over there and took the headset that Andrew gave me. The CD player was still there, too. I turned on the CD player and put the headphones in my ears. It was classical music that calmed me down. Andrew loves music, which is beneficial because he thought classical music might help me feel better when I have nightmares.
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"Good morning, dad."
When I left the room, I ran into my dad, who had also just left. When I walked up to him and smiled, he immediately put his arm around me.
"Morning, son. How was your sleep?"
Dad doesn't know anything about my nightmare. Since only Andrew knows my secrets, they don't know if I have the ability or violent dreams at night.
"It's okay, Dad," I said. He looked at the CD player I was holding and placed it in my bag.
"That's not trendy anymore, so why are you still using it?"
"This means a lot to me, Dad. Andrew gave it to me."
Dad chuckled, and we started walking toward the stairs. As we descended the stairs, I couldn't resist asking a question. Given the strange nature of my dream, I pondered whether it had any connection to my memory.
"I can't remember you and your mom fighting."
"How about a party? Has there been a party at this house before?"
Dad thought for a while. I watched him and could tell his thoughts even though he didn't speak.
"There was a time when your mom won an award, but I can't remember what it was for. That night of your accident."
I was speechless. Therefore, it's possible that the events described are indeed true. But my dad said that my mom and I never argued. So why did I get frustrated and ride a motorcycle during a heavy rainstorm that night?'
"Why did you ask? Do you recall anything?"
I looked at my Dad. He had already reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me, realizing that I was still at the top, just a few steps away.
"Nothing, Dad. I still don't remember anything, which is why I asked."
Dad didn't answer, but he was staring at me, and I could hear and see the different ideas going through his mind.
"Good morning, Uncle, and my favorite cousin Evo."
When I glanced at Andrew, my dad was observing him closely.
"I'm your only cousin, and I don't know your favorite."
Andrew just laughed and quickly went down the stairs to get closer to me.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
"Yes, I have a photo shoot in Ilocos," said Andrew. "Do you know where it was, Uncle?"
"Of course, I know. I'll transport you to Gibo to ensure your safety.
"No need, uncle, there's Waze and Google Maps."
"You might be lost."
"No, uncle, trust me."
I smiled. When we got to the kitchen, Mama was already there. Even though our maid was present and cooking, Mama was busy preparing our meals. Mama immediately kissed Papa's lips. Mama was so sweet to Papa, and sometimes I wondered if Papa loved Mama because Papa had never been so dear to her.
"Good morning!" Mom said this to Andrew and me. "Have a seat."
If Papa, like Andrew and all our maids, drivers, and gardeners here, is an open book to me, Mama is not. Similar to Sebastian's mind, there is something within Mama that resists my ability to penetrate her thoughts.
Mom advised us to eat now in order to avoid the traffic and heat on the way.
I smiled.
My father is a billionaire, and my mother is a former beauty queen and actress. In everyone's eyes, we are a perfect family.