Divine Intervention

She could remember every detail. Every line every flaw every feature was burned into her memory forever. Whether it was the intricate design of the crochet blanket in the back of the rapists truck or the smile on her dead grandfathers face when he spoke to her at his own funeral her vivid memory was just a small side effect of her increasing psychic skills. Nobody had a clue about what she was going through - not her mother her siblings not even her father (whom she adored). The only ones who seemed to understand were her animal companions some beings that floated around in her bedroom and those invisible strangers at school. She just knew things. She could read everyones thoughts and at times it was just too much to handle. So she retreated into her fantasy world walking through the fields only to find - again that she was not alone. Growing up with a foot in several dimensions was not easy especially where her mother was concerned. Patricia was blamed for everything and never felt loved or appreciated. Considered the freaky kid at school she stood up for herself by fighting and standing her ground. But when she started hearing noises having headaches and receiving immediate answers to the questions in her head she knew that something was happening - something frightening yet beautiful and profound. From the angel who took over her singing voice at her solo concert to the beings who took her on journeys across the Universe to her enhanced perception of colours sound and nature slowly over the years she began to understand why she was so different.