Twin Flames

The past in the year 1927 Carlie’s POV I have a gift. A gift I often thought of as a curse. I was only a child when I discovered what I could do. A child without any guidance in life. I was only seven when it all happened. Too young to fully understand, too young to know how to deal with what happened. Seated on the couch, I was staring at the television blankly, the black and white images doing nothing to distract me. I couldn’t move as the scene unfolded before my eyes. Agatha, my governess had called the police to come to the house when she saw what had happened. They came into the house and went straight to my parents’ room. All that time, I didn’t move. How could I? I didn’t know what to do. One of the officers tried to approach me. I warned him not to. I told him I didn’t want anyone near me. I didn’t know what I would do. I didn’t trust myself with anyone anymore. Agatha made it clear to them not to try and approach me as they led her out. I kept on staring at the screen nothing in my mind. Only anger took over at the curse I had been given. An officer walked into the room and told everyone to leave. He closed the blinds and locked the door after the last person had gotten out of the house. He came and knelt on one knee besides me. I wanted to tell him off, but I couldn’t. I turned my head away from the telly and faced him. “Give me your hand.” “And do to you what I did to them?” I asked scared of myself. “You can try,” he grinned at me. Trusting him, I placed my hand in his. Nothing happened. I looked at him. “you’re a special little girl. You have a gift. And I can help you use and not hurt anyone.” “it’s a curse. It made me all alone.” “it’s not a curse,” he paused for a moment, “and you aren’t alone. It’s your gift just like I have mine.” “What is your gift?” I asked curious to know what it was. He said he was like me. Was it true? “Promise you won’t laugh,” “I can try.” He smirked at my forwardness. Shaking his head, he grabbed the newspaper on the table and tore off the first page. He folded it into a rose. “that’s a cute trick.” He held up his hand saying he wasn’t done. I looked closely not wanting to miss what he wanted to show me. He twirled the paper in his hand, and it turned into a real rose. He put it behind my ear. “My gift is nature as is yours ice. What happened to your parents isn’t your fault, but I know someone who can help you so that it doesn’t happen again.” He stretched out his hand and showed me the golden bracelet he was wearing. “This helps us to control the gift. Trust me and I will help you little girl.” I looked at his hand. I had no one left now that my parents are gone and here, he was offering me a life. “Will I lose Agatha?” I asked standing up. “You will need to go to school like other children.” “So, is that a yes?” “Yes.” “Will they know I’m different?” “They never will.” I took his hand and we walked out of the house that I called home, him already agreeing to adopt me. I looked at the ambulance taking my parents bodies away. They were black and blue and completely covered in ice. They were frozen to death. I turned away and got into the officer’s car waiting for him to take me to my new home. That day Gordon Fisher became my legal guardian. He took me to his friend, Attis and he made me a bracelet. He was also like us and that was his gift. Each day after school, Gordon would teach me how to control it. How to live with the gift only inside me. How to always be safe and keep the people around me safe. Years passed and I moved from being a naïve little girl who only blamed herself for her parents’ death to a twenty-three-year-old office worker. “Carlie bring all the reports to my office,” the C.E.O, Dean Walter said to me through the telephone that connected our offices since they were next to each other. “Sure thing Dean,” I placed the phone down and picked up all the documents he needed. I had done most of the work the previous week so that I could have more free time. I wouldn’t call myself a hard worker because of that. I got into his office without knocking on the door. He was used to it. “One day you might not knock and find me in here with someone.” He didn’t have a wife and I hadn’t heard anything about him getting a girlfriend. “That can never happen because you never bring anyone to the office,” I placed the papers on his desk. “True,” he agreed with me chuckling. “The holiday’s almost near,” he started. “I know.” “And so is the annual company dinner. You should attend this year.” “I’d rather stay in the office and work on other documents.” “it’s nearly Christmas Carlie. Have some Christmas spirit and come to the dinner, if you don’t you won’t get that promotion you wanted.” “you bastard!” “Call me what you want but that’s the deal this year. You can bring someone along if you want.” “Fine. I’ll be there but I’m not making any promises on how long I’ll stay.” “We’ll be expecting you.” “Really?” I asked a smile on my face. “You be there and find out,” he grinned at me. “I’ll do my best then Captain,” I saluted at him and went back to my office to do more work. Night crept in faster than I thought. As Dean was leaving, he passed by my office. “don’t stay too late.” “I won’t,” that was a lie. I wasn’t in a hurry to leave any time soon. I always stayed up late then go home to find Gordon arriving at nearly the same time. I didn’t need any more training. I could control my gift as long as I had my emotions in check. Though at the back of my head it was still a curse. The image of my frozen parents, all black and blue haunt me each passing night. It destroyed me but it also built me. I had become stronger because of it. It was almost ten when I decided to leave the office. I locked up my door and met with John, the security guard locking up the place. I said goodnight to him and headed to where I had parked my automobile. I opened the passenger door and placed my papers on the seat. I went round the vehicle to the drivers’ side when I felt someone looking at me. I looked up holding the door. He was at the top floor of the building opposite ours. I could see him clearly even though he felt far away. He had untucked his shirt and rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows. He watched me and I watched him back. There was just something in his eyes that intrigued me, and I couldn’t look away. I felt the door start to freeze and I tore mv eyes away from him. letting go of the door I got in and slammed it shut. I tried to control my breathing before I started the vehicle. I had lost control. For a brief second only but I still lost control. My life was more of a havoc that reality. There were things I couldn’t do. Things I couldn’t experience. Things I couldn’t let myself get accustomed to. Emotions. Emotions were the one thing Gordon told me are hard to control. He learnt how to, and he had a wife. I met her when I started to live with him. Helen was a wonderful woman who treated me like her own daughter since she couldn’t have a child of her own. That was before she was killed when I was in high school by a man who was angry as Gordon for arresting him. Gordon would have killed him if I hadn’t intervened. Feelings are harder to control. They usually act on their own accords. That makes us who are gifted never know our real potential. The power that hidden within our inner selves is hidden within our emotions. Angry at myself for letting my emotions get the better of me I drove off. I wasn’t aware of anything else other than the fact that I had to get home and calm myself down.