The Girl Called Trouble
Early Days

It has been over a week. I go to the park almost every day. Some days I don't know if I'm awake or in a dream. I crave normalcy so much that I do everything that I can to create it. I rarely mention my past and I contact no one.

"It's $15 for a reading." As I hear it, I stand to take over the table as Hera walks a customer to the bench. I sell to whichever customer seems interested. So far I have been paid, so I do the job. I am somewhat drained. I know why and she is an idiot. Only somebody half dead can use my gift.

For five months I haven't said anything. Not one word. I hear everything. I am in a small community a few miles away from where I was killed. Today I am going to church with the couple who found me. I know what I have to do.

"I am drained, those reading take a lot out of me." I hear what she says but the look of confusion on her face is priceless.

"Is there anything you need?" I show nothing.

"No, I just need rest."

"HERA" I hear a woman call out for her.

I watch the two. Hera introduces us but I forget her name almost immediately. I walk back to the bench as Hera takes the table.

I watch the man on the floor and I know its my time. I walk over and point at him.

"The evil man has met his fate. I see the darkness in his eyes. His heart will stop and he will go where his kind belong. Do not grieve for him." I say all of this as I point my finger at him. His face goes red as he lays on the ground barely moving.

Most people are not fully evil or good. Some are good with a bit of evil, some are evil with a little good. Most people, have equal parts good and evil. Every person has a chance to change their fate. Looking at Hera, I realize there is only one fate I would truly like to change.