What happened during I wasn’t here

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So that’s one of the recent events happened during my absence.

I was sittin in the church with all other teens during retreat, when I realised how much energy does the church contain. I could feel it everywhere; the walls, the saint pictures, the ceiling… I couldn’t resist stealing some of this. If other people or objects are just filled with large amounts of energy, why can’t I just “borrow” some, if my energy is always running out?  I closed my eyes and mentally levitated over these all people. I had to imagine I’m over them.

Then, the rest of process was well-known to me. I kept the sight of these people stil in my vivid imagination, and started to imagine I’m soaking up their energy, I’m sucking it from them…

I opened my eyes exactly the moment I would do it during previous “feasts”. And I felt even more dizzy than ever before. My eyes opened very widely, I could see in much wider angle than normally. I was sitting with my eyes opened like psychopath for over 5 minutes. I can’t imagine what the people could think about me, but it couldn’t be anything good.

Each time I steal energy it gives me a little “high”. Like after big bottle of beer. The large amount of energy may simply dissolve in blood and when the brain receives it, it affects it just like drug or alkohol. That’s my thesis. Weird and freaky, so it suits me.

So, It seems that not only people can store energy, but buildings too. Or maybe the buildings steal energy from us? That could be why we feel so exhausted in some places and energetic in other venues. But these questions will be likely never answered…


The truth beneath the rose

Long time not seen.

I’ve had a lot of things to do. A lot of things happened as well.

Recent days seemed rather normally. Some school, some hangout with friends, some beer etc.. But despite these absolutely normal events, there also were some… unusual. Looks like uncomonness is just permanently inscribed into my life, whether I like it or not. No matter if I’m just fed up with that; it doesn’t care about me.

Let’s get to the point I’ve made recently. The point about my, ok, let’s call it, a little unusual “powers”. I’ve examined them a lot recently.

I’ve gotten some intresting results. As noticed before, the uncomonness is probably the problem of my whole family. And maybe it can be inherited? Maybe.

But the most logical explaination for my weird skill is that people are just prone to become what they want to be. Like “vampires” really believe they are real vamps, who must drink other people’s blood. People who want to recover bounce back finally; and vice versa, if one doesn’t want to bounce back, they will probably develop another condition or deepen existing one.

So… following this hypothesis, I may have wanted to become a really unusual person. I’ve always considered myself to be doomed to exist among weirdos. That could also explain why I became a stranger too.

Ok, the past is not to be concerned about. I don’t care why I became the person I’m now. What is done is done. The fact is that can’t live without stealing energy everyday.

But it’s still better than sucking blood, isn’t it?

And, as I mentioned before, I examined my skills deeply and now I do believe it is possible. Even if I don’t receive pure energy, even if it’s only an illusion, a placebo, it’s still valuable, because it gives me a chance not to sleep at school 🙂

I need energy more than anyone else. Every day costs me a lot of energy. When my mates have a lot of power after school, I return home exhausted. All I want to do is to sleep.

And believe me, I can sleep long. Very long.

I’m not a mad Twillight or whatever fan who insists they have special powers. They even sharpen their teeth to look like fangs. I’m not one of them because I realise it can be a bullshit.

But it’s still a bullshit that let’s me live. Live like every other human.