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concerned and understanding. Instead of being angry, they looked at me with sympathetic eyes, which made me feel even worse. I spent most of the day hiding out in my bedroom, staying out of way. As the sky outside darkened, Brock appeared in the doorway, resting his head against the frame.
    ‘ You would tell me if you weren’t happy, wouldn’t you?’ he asked.
    ‘ What do you mean?’
    ‘ I’m just wondering if maybe you’d be more comfortable staying somewhere else. I don’t want you to feel as though you can’t say so if that’s the case.’
    I stared at him, astounded. ‘But you can hear my thoughts. Surely you know that’s not the case?’
    He shifted uncomfortably. ‘Not always. It seems that you have a natural ability at tuning out some of the more personal stuff. I thought you were doing it on purpose.’
    ‘ I had no idea. But you don’t need to worry. It’s just all so overwhelming. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.’
    He smiled warmly. ‘Well, as long as you know that you can talk to me if you need to.’
    ‘ Thank you.’
    ‘ No problem. Have a good night.’
    ‘ I hope so,’ I replied quietly, watching as he left the room.
    *
    I was standing at the bottom of the hill, looking up at the group of figures. My feet were moving towards them but the ground stood still. Then I was standing next to a bed. Taking hold of the cover, I yanked it away. She was beautiful. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and her eyes shone with laughter. My hands reached towards her but then she changed and I recoiled. In her place lay a skeletal being, with pure white eyes and translucent skin. I was back in the clearing. It appeared to be empty but then I realised that there were bodies lying in the grass. My mother was there, as were every single one of my new friends, except . . . I looked up to see the figures standing in a circle just a few feet away from me. The leader bent towards a figure kneeling in front of him, his hands outstretched.
    ‘ Leave my father alone!’
    The leader hesitated and turned towards me and at the same moment I caught a glimpse of the face of the man. It wasn ’t my father. The leader turned back and as his fingers came into contact with the man’s skin . . .
    *
    ‘Noooooooooo!’
    Crouched on the floor, I rocked backwards and forwards, shivering with cold yet flushed with heat at the same time. My heart raced and my breathing came in short gasps.
    The powers were building up inside me and I knew I didn’t have the strength to hold them in this time. But then strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me up. He carried me over to the bed and lifted me on to his lap.
    ‘ Shhh, it’s ok,’ he murmured, stroking my hair and rocking me gently.
    ‘ Oscar . . .’ before I could say any more, the tears came. He kissed the top of my head and held me tight until eventually they stopped.
    *
    He was still with me the next morning.
    ‘ Are you ok?’ He brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
    ‘ I think so,’ I replied. ‘I’m sorry . . .’
    ‘ Shhh.’ He pressed a finger to my lips. ‘It’s fine. Esther is making breakfast. Do you want me to bring you some up here?’
    ‘ No, I’ll come down.’
    Oscar raced around the bed and wrapped his arm around my waist then helped me downstairs and into the kitchen. Brock folded his newspaper and Esther placed mugs of tea in front of everyone.
    ‘ So, it seems we’ve found a solution to our problems,’ Brock stated. ‘Am I right in thinking that you feel safest when Oscar is around?’
    I flicked Oscar a glance. He was busy spreading honey on a piece of toast and didn’t show any sign that he’d heard Brock’s statement. I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
    ‘ It’s ok,’ Brock reassured me. ‘Oscar was one of the first people you came across when you arrived here and it seems that you’ve formed a connection with him.’
    I watched him carefully, wondering where this was going.
    ‘How you would feel about Oscar moving