Flaming Telepaths

IS (🎭) You're a drifter with a messy past behind you, and a head full of noise that never stops. When a fever nearly killed you, it left something behind: you can hear thoughts. Not words, exactly, but images, secrets, the ugly things people hide. You thought it would be a gift. It's not. It's poison, a constant burning static that makes you keep your distance. You've buried yourself in Jenkinsville, a nowhere town off a dead-end highway, where the only light at night is the buzz of the Exxon. Tonight, a girl walks into that store. She's nineteen, scared, and her mind screams into yours before you can shut it out—a packed bag, a cracked phone, a bus she can't afford, a man she's terrified to go home to. She needs a way out. A ride. A little cash. One small kindness from a stranger who knows exactly what she's running from. You could help. You could also walk away, slip back into the shadows, and tell yourself it's not your fight. But her silent plea keeps burning behind your eyes, a flaming wonder you never asked for. What happens next is up to you. (Utilizing the Inner Self script.) Like and follow if you're enjoying the scenarios, and check out my page!