Leggings@60+com part 9

My dropped open. Somehow that was the very last thing I expected to hear. "I, I, I."
I stammered totally snappered.
"My Mum," said Phyliss softly, "Was at the Research Center when you were there, she was one of the other kind."
I turned away, suddenly I couldn't stay, all evils of the past were with me. The special school for bright kids, the research center, the white walls, the staff shouting at me. "PANACEA, PANACEA! PANACEA! Don't you say it's the giant boys again."
"It is so!" I yelled back, Goodness & Mercy the giant boys always looked after me. Things got thrown around if they tried to touch me. My good friends. Always.
"Pandimonium!" screamed the staff furiously, "Not Panacea, should be Pandimonium! You're in the cellars next time!"
The constant threat of being eaten in the cellars.
"I can't stay," I whined cut to the core. "Please leave me alone." Tears were obscuring my view, and I ran away down the road, not quite sure where I was or where I was going. I had been or 4 back then. I wrote home and eventually a family friend took me away, I never wanted to go back. I had a two friends, one older boy and another younger boy who came In as I was deciding on how to get out. I spent the days figuring out plans. It was a horrid place.
They all said the younger boy was next to be eaten in the cellars so I taught him to write home. He went home when I did. The older boy didn't come.
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She caught me up, "Look, I didn't want to upset you. it's just that, I really need your help. There's no one else to ask."
Yet I did, It was deep inside, the psychic tests, the way we were told we were clever. Exactly what we were/are. How we were different. That makes me feel sad. Different! When i went home to my adoptive parents they put me in a normal school and a romany tribe followed me in every school. Upsetting my 'father' who knew we weren't related.
They said I was. I kept mum... about the psychic stuff. Then later I put it together new and I saw that my adoptive Mother had links to the romanies through her father who used to work with them from time to time. She could do things i couldn't do. i tried not to show her what I could do. I wanted to be normal. Grandfather was a druid, and he could do things that were so amazing that they were magical. He took me to other worlds. He opened, I closed. We had the same kind of mind.
I couldn't be that because the school were so pleased to have me that they told the pupils I was a child genius, and then one boy I started to get on with decided he resented me. I still try very hard to be normal.
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"You mustn't tell anyone about me," I said still upset as she carried on with this and that, "Some one might try to sell my brain and or eat me!"
She nodded slowly, tears still dripping everywhere. "I Know they do that. I won't give you away." You'd be in more danger now if you ran."