Psychic - I Know

Saskia Walden isn't a freak. She's just...a human thought machine. Does it really matter that Saskia has just become a psychic? Of course not. Apart from the fact that she can't control when a vision will come along. Or whether it will effect herself, or anyone around her. See, nothing freaky at all.

Written by TazmaniaGirl.


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It took a lot of persuading, but Saskia managed to leave the hospital, and was told not to come back unless something happened again. As they climbed into her mothers car, Saskia couldn't help but feel a little sad. She could have spend some more time in hospital, thinking about what had happened in detail, trying to make sense of it all. Now that she was in the car, on the way home, she didn't really have much time to think about it. The radio was on, blaring out a song she'd never heard, and her fingernails needed more chewing. Not forgetting her mum's voice droning on the whole time, about how she could have missed a good days work at school, and safety around art and culture museums.

'Are you sure you can't remember who it was that pushed you?' her mum asked again, as they stopped at a red light.

'No, mum, I can't remember. All I felt was this...I don't know, force. It blew me away. Literally.'

She side-ways glanced at her mum for a smile, but it didn't work out. The red flash from the traffic light reflected off the wind screen, and Saskia actually thought it suited her mum well. Especially with her anger problems.

Amber. Green.

They were off down the road again, turning tight corners, heading down endless roads. Saskia sat back in the seat, when a shiver crossed her body. Then again. Then...

'Saskia, I've had enough of this! What is it that you can't tell me?'


'Fine, don't say anything. I'll find out mys...-'

June was pushed. Her body tried to stay upright, but her bag had other ideas. It pulled her backwards, taking her whole body with it. She hit every step on the way, her bag falling off her shoulder, her head lolling lifelessly against the wall at the bottom. Blood trickled down her pale face, across her eyelids. A pool of red liquid grew under her cheek and through her hair.


Saskia was jerked violently back to the 21st centaury. Her eyes were the size of pool balls, and her heat was beating so fast, she might have died. Her head began to spin. She felt nausea wash over her. What the hell had just happened to her? What the ding-dong was going on? Did she just...No. She couldn't have...was that some kind of ugly...daydream?

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