Fifth Avenue

“Hartley” the doctor called “Hartley” a small girl with light blue hair looks up to the woman with questioning eyes “Hartley are you ready to begin our session?” the woman asks pushing up her glasses and staring into the poor girl’s dead eyes.

“Begin?” she whispers, “I thought we’d already begun” the girl looks back down to her white dress pulling at the weak material. “What do you want me to say?” she asks.

“Whatever you want, something that you will find okay to tell me” the doctor says letting a small smile break onto her rough face. “Now begin from when you first started to notice you were…” the doctor trailed off not sure what to call her said abilities.

“Different” Hartley said looking through her long blue hair “I had no idea, I thought I was just like everyone else until I met, them” Hartley lets a sad smile break onto her face. “It started four years ago, I still lived in the orphanage…”.