having those abilities. She couldn’t stand the idea of them being real. She just couldn’t bear it. They were not real. She knew that she had abilities, but at the same time had never used them. She had held them back even when they wanted to come out. Yes, they were instinctive at times, but it was an instinct she was trying her best to deny.
Her mom’s eyes widened and the woman loosened her grip only enough to stroke Anna’s arm. Anna shivered at the tender, loving touch. Her mom seemed to be exploring and searching the depths of her daughter’s soul. It always amazed her that her mom could be so gentle and simultaneously so strong. She had so much strength and courage, but was the kindest woman possible. Her mother’s expression was honestly a little hard to read. She frowned and pursed her lips. Finally, she managed to speak, finding the words that she wanted. “Baby,” she said, “you are gifted too.”
Anna flinched at that. She moved herself out of her mother’s grasp and shook her head, just slightly. She knew that she had abilities, but had always denied them. They had been there when she was a child, but she forced herself to outgrow them. She had grown far beyond those strange things she could do when she was a little girl. “No…” she began. They were not a part of who she was, not anymore.
Her mother pursed her lips again. She spoke slowly, all the while still stroking Anna’s arm lightly. “Sweetie, why deny it?” her mother asked. She tilted her head to the side, looking at Anna with a questioning expression. Anna did not remember much from being a child, but did remember that her mother had always quietly accepted the fact that her daughter had an exceptional ability. She had never doubted, despite the ludicrous nature of the abilities. Anna found answering that question to be difficult. Why deny it? There were so many reasons, but expressing them was difficult.
She had always wanted to be normal. Possessing the powers was a lasting scar from what had been done to her as a child. She had always just wanted to let go of that time and be normal. It was just, she supposed, too hard to accept. She was not normal, as much as she wanted to be and denial was more comfortable.
“I don’t want to be the girl with superpowers,” she told her mom. “I never did. They make no sense.”
Her mother nodded, appearing to understand what she was saying. She understood the denial, even though she had been too brave to ever really embrace it herself. She had always accepted Anna for who she was and accepted it bravely. “Little in our world does,” the woman agreed. “You’re special Anna. That I know.”
The wise woman’s words warmed her. Of course, the woman would never consider her a freak because of her abilities. No, her beloved mother said that she was special. It meant a lot, even if the situation was terrifying. Her mother’s opinion had always meant so much to her. Honestly, the woman was like the whole world to her. She really loved her more than she loved anything in the world.
Anna stayed with her mom for the night and the next day. They just hung out at her house, doing mundane things. It was nice for Anna and she knew that it was her mother’s attempt to slow her mind down. Sadly, it did not work that well. The whole time, her mind ran a mile a minute. She could not stop thinking about the powers, Ethan, the explosions. Could something really still have an effect twenty years after it had occurred? The idea terrified her. The nightmare was not over and she was not normal.
The two women watched tv together for some of the time. They both had always been into the same kind of things - tv shows, books, movies, things like that. She really was her mother’s daughter. She liked spending time with her. It was nice. She drifted off a little as her mind did slow down eventually. The wheels that had been turning started to skid as they slowed down, little by little. Soon, she was