More Than an Echo (Echo Branson Series) Read Online Free PDF

like. It comes in waves sometimes knocking the wind out of me. Sometimes, I feel it in my head, like I can actually hear their feelings in my brain.”
    Big George patted my leg. “Ain’t nothing wrong with you, sweetpea. Trust me. You’re so special, God gave you a rare and precious gift.” He held his hand up to stop me. “But it’s only a gift if you know how to use it, otherwise, it feels like you’re losing your mind. I know it feels that way, but I know what I’m talking about.”
    “I don’t know what to trust anymore, Big George. I can barely trust myself. You have no idea.”
    Big George leaned closer. “Actually...I do.”
    “Are you—”
    “No, but my mother, Melika is.”
    I blinked several times. “She feels things, too?”
    He nodded. “More than most. What you are, sweetpea, is an empath...and probably more. We won’t know what all you have until you’re checked out.”
    “An empath?”
    “Yeah. You’re a feeler. You have the ability to feel the emotions of those around you. I’ve only met a couple in my life.”
    “You mean there are...others?”
    “Sure. Some are quite powerful. Not all are empaths. Some are telepaths, some clairvoyants. You, little one, are in a select group of individuals known as paranormals or, as my mother likes to call them, supers...for supernaturals. You have a rare and precious gift. The key is learning how to control it.”
    “Control it? I don’t even understand it.”
    “I know, I know. First thing we have to do is get you out of here.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “What you have, we can’t help you with here. Conventional medicine doesn’t even recognize what we’re talking about. All we’ll do is talk at you or drug you up, and neither of those will protect you.”
    “Protect me? Protect me from what?” I felt a mixture of alarm and relief.
    “From all those emotions hammering away at you. You gotta learn about your skill, how to harness your power, how to protect yourself, how to understand who and what you are.  You haven’t mentioned any of this to Doctor Knowles, have you?”
    “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I would have cried, but I didn’t have time. I was overflowing with questions. “There are so many things I want to know. Oh my God. All this time, I thought I was going crazy.”
    Big George ran his big hand over his head. “I’d like to answer your questions, but you need answers from someone who has all of them.”
    “Melika?”
    He nodded. “Melika. She’s the real deal. I’m just a spotter.”
    “A spotter?”
    “It’s my job to help find those like you who don’t know what they are yet and get to them before...well...before they do something stupid.”
    “Like kill themselves?”
    He nodded.
    “Will she come see me?” I asked.
    Big George shook his head. “Can’t. She lives in New Orleans. She’s the best there is. If you’re going to live with this and be sane, you need someone to show you how. You need help and Melika can give it to you. She may be the only person who can.”
    “But how? Can she call me here?”
    Big George slowly shook his head. “This ain’t something you can learn about in an hour or a day or even a month. We’re going to have to get you out of here. I can get you off the floor and out of the hospital, but we’re going to need some help getting you from here to New Orleans, especially since you’re only fourteen. Is there someone who can help? Do you have any of your own money?”
    Yes and yes. There were two people I knew who would help; Danica and Britt Bevelaqua. I hadn’t heard from Britt since she ran, but I still had the forty dollars she’d given me. “My best friend, Danica, can help.”
    “Okay. You give me the number and let me see what I can do. We’ve got a lot to do and not much time to do it in.” Big George reached for my hand and held it tightly as he outlined his plan. When he finished, I sighed.
    “But won’t they