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- Sabrina's POV -

   I stare at the field. Billy leans against the wall, cigarette in hand. I've been stealing glances at him, only because I'm curious about why he asked me if I wanted to come?

"You confuse me.." He says, also staring at the field.

Ah. There it is.

"That's why you asked me to come out here..." I sigh out as I lean my head against the wall.

He's silent for a moment.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then how'd you mean it."

Silence again, but this time longer. I look at him, I can tell he's thinking about something, I just couldn't tell what.

"There's something about you, it's weird."

My heart drops.

"Like...there's something different about you."

Those words shoot through me. My mind immediately going back in time.

——

"Papa. I'm scared."

His hand pats my head, immediately comforting me as he does.

"Don't be scared."

"What if I can't do what the others can?" I mumble out, looking into the room I was just about to be in. A can resides on the table. That can being for me. To crush it.

"I don't want you worrying about what they can do, do you know why?"

I shake my head.

"Because you have something different about you. I know you'll make me proud."

——

I can feel the incoming tears, this feeling makes my eyes burn.

"And why do you always disappear?" He asks me.

I don't answer him right away. I'm still trying to regather my thoughts.

"I...I disappear?"

"You just did. It's like your mind wonders off somewhere. You did it today in the cafeteria." He explains to me, finally turning his head.

I look at him. "I guess, I guess sometimes I just zone out."

He shake his head. "No. It's different than that."

I look away for a moment before looking back at him. His bruises are almost all completely gone, which made me happy, but also made me think about our "friendly" little interaction we had.

But I guess I wasn't the only one thinking about it, because only a few seconds later is when he steps closer to me. Staring down at me with dark eyes.

After a few moments of silence, he pulls out a cigarette. I roll my eyes while he sticks it in between his lips with a smirk plastered across his face. He backs up before lighting it.

"Today at lunch, you were looking at the tree line." He glances at me. There is silence for a couple seconds before he starts to speak again. "Your eyes changed."

I listen to him and while I do, my whole body starts to burn. I don't know why but something about this conversation is just, hurting my head.

"like you saw something."

Billy doesn't seem like the type of person to talk about this kind of stuff, but I listen anyway, because he is right. I did see something odd.

"I did.." I mutter, looking down at my feet. My body continued to burn, the feeling started to become uncomfortable.

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