Chamberlain, Maine, 1979

You were sitting down at a table in one of the cafes of town. It wasn't hard to find, you just had to prob a bit at the minds of the people around town for the most hospitable place to break the news to the girl sitting across from you. She seemed to be 16, barely 4 years younger than you. This girl was Carrie White.

She looked nervous and out of place, like a deer caugh in headlights. You could sense it, how her mind was a whirlwind of questions, how she didn't know why you felt so familiar even though it was your first encounter, how you looked so different from her. You could feel all of it, it was something you were born with, the human mind was something maleable to you: it was easy to read and wander through, but at the same time easy to be bend and command.

"Why... why did you want to talk to me?"

Her voice was shaky. Of course it was, after what happened just a few hours ago in the school's showers, the laughs, the mockery, "plug it up, plug it up!". Her gaze lowered to the table and her shoulders slummed over. Looks like she could tell you took a look at her memories. That's to be expected, she's special, like you.

It came from your dad, an asshole that broke your mom's heart, so you didn't care that he was dead, but you did care that it meant leaving your sister with a deranged fanatic. At least you managed to find her shortly after learning of her existance.

"...this is a trick, isn't it? You're trying to trick me, just like everyone else..."