After my manager has asked us to go, we got into the nearest bus and headed home

   All through our ride in the bus home, I can't get what happened out of my head. Something was just not matching and another was overmatching. The strangeness, the way I felt my inner self boil and my tattoo resurfaced after five months of hiding.

   I know no one else sees it but it means a lot to me. Especially when I feel strange things happening around me when it appears.

   The last time I saw it, I was in the bathroom just having a quick bath after sport with Jeremy. Till now I don't want to believe I changed the cool water to ice.

My palm literally glowed and I felt something transfer to the pipe, the next thing I saw was ice pouring down on me.

   "I am scared" I tugged my brother's shirt as I squeezed myself in his armpit "That man is something else"

   I heard him grunt as he held my head as if hiding me from monsters. His face was still red as he is still angry with me for attending to the strange man. Jeremy want to hit the man so badly but I can not let that happen, the last time I got picked at in high school, Jeremy beat a guy up till he ended up in the hospital.

    I would prefer that he just console me by petting me in his smelly and sweaty armpit, that I don't really mind. I just want to be happy and be pet by my family, well I don't get that enough because they feel like I am crazy.

    "He saw my tattoo and his eyes changed colors too" I explained "I saw it in his wrist, the same tattoo I have in his wrist" I brought my face out to look at Jeremy "I am serious Jeremy, I am not hallucinating it" it came out louder than normal.

   Without looking up, I imagine Jeremy rolling his eyes so hard. He had never believed that I have a tattoo much more than another person seeing it. He of all people had classified my eye color as a rare natural gift and very few random people can have it.

   "Jeremy" I whispered because people have started staring at us  "I mean it" I looked up at him.

   As usual, his facial expression looks tiresome. His brows were in different lines and his lips bents in his usual none-liking attitude. He stared directly into my eyes and sigh deeply.

   "When last did you have your med?" He asked.

   My jaw dropped as I look at my wrist than at his face. I just don't get why he can't see it or whether I am the only one meant to see it. With the look of things, it's obvious that I am not, because I am sure the customer saw it.

   "Jeremy," I said in a harsh whisper "You 've got to believe me, please" I added.

   I know how desperate I must have sounded as his jawbone began to move and he placed both hands on my shoulders. He moved me a bit away from him so he can see my face well then he sigh deeply.

   "Just take a look at it" I offer him my wrist "It's here, I am not crazy" I raised my hands to his face.

   Surprisingly, he left my shoulders and took my wrist on both hands. He stared at it like he wants to really see something in it the sigh again for the third time. He dropped my hand and put his left palm in his pocket, holding it there.

    "When last did you take your pills?" He asked me again.

   I looked away from his face thinking of every possible like I could frame but nothing seems to be coming up. Like a lost kitten, I stared at his face and blinked. The tears in my eyes were treated to come out and I can cry now, not in a bus filled with people I don't know.

   "Mira," he said impatiently "When was the last time you took your med!!" His voice went high.

   "Please lower your voice" I pleaded as my stormy eyes roam around "They are watching, Jeremy" I reminded him in case he had forgotten.

   "I know they are watching and I don't care if they are" Jeremy proved me wrong "Doctor Nilo called me today"

   It sounded more like a time bomb, Doctor Nilo had been my doctor since I was twelve. Accordingly, to my parents I had been a bit like this, claiming that I can see things until I turn twelve and it became worst.

   It started as a dream where I saw a big black wolf bite me and ever since then, it kept appearing once a while until it became permanent.

    "Miranda" Jeremy called me by my full name "You lied about taking your drugs for four months" he sounds hurts, he drew his left hand off his pocket revealing a cup of medicine "It's coming back"

   "I am not crazy" I cried as I took the cup from him "I just want to be normal" I buried my face in his chest and began to cry "I am sorry I lied"

   Jeremy didn't say anything else, he just pets my head. He of all people had always wanted the best for me and I know how it hurts him to see me depending on a particular medication. I know how he had been against the idea that I have a medical condition but now, he is the one going to get it for me.

   I remembered how familiar the color of the customer's eyes looked. It looked like something I have seen before aside from mine and in my dreams.

  Well, I know how weird it might sound but always see those eyes in my dream every day. It was like it is watching over me or stalking me, I don't get to see the face but just the pair of eyes, and it's indeed a big burden to me.

    "You are going to be okay" Jeremy whispered as he bent to kiss my head "And I promise to kick more ass to rescue my baby sister from weird customers"

   I quickly raised my head to see his smirk. The smirk he always gives whenever he is up to no good.

    "You promised you won't beat up my customers again" I reminded him.

  With the look on his face, he didn't want to hear what I said so he looked away. The smirk increased as he touched my head and moved his fingers into my head, shattering it.

   "I promised not to kill" he smiled "And besides, we both know I can not kill" he wiggled his brows "But if these men in front of us don't stop staring at you, I might have my first bus fight here" he whispered.

    Just then, I noticed the men. They all looked relentless, they had tattoos that I can see on their neck and wrist and almost looks like. Let's say they look alike because they were nothing different about them except their body frame. Each is bigger than the other making them look like macho brothers or Bodybuilders.

   Their eyes were fixed in a direction and it was my wrist.

    "Maybe they are just Thugs" I whispered to my brother trying to calm myself when I am literally freaking out "They are not looking at my hand, right?" I stared at Jeremy's face.

   Jeremy wasn't staring at me, his attention was fixed on the men and he wasn't blinking. I was about to shake and tell him to stop the staring when he stood up pulling my hand with him.

    "Our stop" he smiled as the bus stopped "The next bus will do" he added in a chill whisper as we climbed out of the bus.