Stretching at my subconscious, like taffy stretched too far.

Hi, My name Is…

I, Brain Smudge, have the one-of-a-kind ability to dive into the mind of another and learn everything to anything about them.

5’7 ft. and smoking hot. Fire. If you placed her next to Scarlet Johansson, she would look like a goddess. A Latino goddess. A gift to all men to feast their eyes on. She is my high school queen that didn’t even know that she’s dating me. Yet, in fact, she doesn’t even know who I am, but she is about to. She will be blown away by how I know all her favorite bands and all her favorite foods because I, Brain Smudge, have the one-of-a-kind ability to dive into the mind of another and learn everything to anything about them.

My ability is pretty much the best spy ability ever, but I’ve always been afraid of using it. The first time I used the ability was when I was five years old, and I ended up exposing the secret relationship that my kindergarten teacher was having with my father. It was a total accident, and I told my mother that my father was sticking his pee-pee inside Mrs. Redmond.

I have never seen my mom so red before. Literally, flames flew from her hands as my father and Mrs. Redmond was burned alive.

So after being shipped around a couple of foster homes, I met Kelly Reed in my grade ten years of high school. I spent that whole year just watching and trying to involve myself in everything she did, but I made sure to stay my distance. I wasn’t ready yet to make my appearance. Until today, October 15th, a whole month after we entered our second year of high school. I was prepared to present to her the best version of Brain Smudge.

The second time I used my ability was when I went to Ghostview summer camp. I was fourteen years old and had decided to learn how my ability worked. I was pretty much scarred from last time.

I learned a valuable lesson at summer camp. I can’t jump two people simultaneously, and if I dived too far in someone, it became harder to get back out.

It’s a weird feeling to shove your consciousness into another person. Imagine jumping into the ocean and that pressure you get when your swimming goggles plunge into your eye sockets. It’s precisely that feeling. Once inside, the pressure isn’t that bad, but the further you go into someone’s mind, the strong it becomes. You end up leaving a piece of you behind. It usually disappears but let’s just say the camp counselor and director might have the sudden urge to stroke the cock.

The major thing I learned was when I dive into somebody, it leaves my body absolutely dead. The heart and body still work, but there is no soul. So I have to find a safe place for me to use my ability. Sitting down or laying up against a wall works the best.

Time works differently in the mind. It works ten times faster in the conscious than in reality. You could live out 100 years in the space and only have 10 minutes flow by outside. I’ve never done it, but it could be done.

Here I am, sitting 7 feet away at the back of the class, staring, second-guessing myself. I want her to love me and to see me for who I am. I’m a brilliant special man that could bring her the happiness she needs. Her boyfriend is just a jock on the lacrosse team: nothing special or anything. Right now, he’s at home because he thinks today is the weekend. I might have had a hand in that.

I gripped the edge of my table and continued to stare at the back of her head. Even that has a charm to it. I stared so hard that I could feel my eyes popping out. I could smell her scent from here. I took a deep breath and let my mind fly like a straight arrow seeking its target. The process happens immediately, and I end up in a black space with a door waiting for me to open it.

There was this one time when I entered a person when I was practicing, and his door was locked. I don’t know why and I didn’t stay to find out.

Kelly’s door was open. I entered her mind, and I was expecting a pink space with unicorns and butterflies, but instead, I got a grey, white, and black space with spikes and chains everywhere. Very different than what I thought.

I looked around the space and started to walk through it. Spheres of memories floated by. You have to be careful when you’re inside, touch anything carelessly, and you are going to end up changing something you didn’t want to, but I had a plan.

I didn’t care what she had for breakfast or if she met the lead singer of Nickelback. I was looking for the memory that would tell me what she liked in a boy. I searched for the sphere that I needed until it floated by me. A memory of her with her girlfriends talking seemed promising. Now there are two processes to entering these spheres. I could jump in, and once I do that, I have basically altered the memory. If I just put my head inside, I can view the memory like watching TV. Better to be safe than sorry. I don’t want to lose myself in here.

Once inside, I could fully see the room and area of the memory. I was taken into a sleepover. Her friends were sprawled out on her bedroom floor, blankets and cushions were placed all around the other girls.

“Are guys the only thing you can talk about,” said Kelly leaning back on her bed. She was wearing a long black T and shorts.

“I could talk about how you haven’t asked him yet,” said one of the girls. Just from the sound of her voice, I knew it was Clarissa Mint, a close friend to Kelly.

Kelly sat up immediately, her face flushed. “I just haven’t found the right moment.”

“If you keep waiting, girl, you’ll be alone forever,” said Bess Lincoln. The last girl of the trio, she sat at the edge of the bed. I don’t know much about Bess, but I do know that Clarissa can be very dangerous. Aside from having popular power, she’s also like a black belt in karate. I’ve seen the bottom of her shoe more times than I would like to count.

“What about you, Bess? Did you ask Joey out?”

“I did. I gave him no choice but to say yes.”

I felt a shiver down my spine.

“What about you Clar,” asked Kelly.

“Me?” She was silent for a couple of seconds. I could see she was trying to think of an excuse. “None of the boys at school have that charm that I’m looking for.”

“Eww, gross.”

“What, Bess? Was it something I said?”

“I totally forgot that’s what you’re into.”

“Into what,” asked Kelly.

I leaned in just a little.

“It’s not that important,” said Clarissa.

“She’s into older men, especially Coach Ryan.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” said Bess.

“At least I have a type unlike Kelly here.”

“I have a type.”

“Oh really, do tell,” said both girls. I perked my ears.

“He’s got to be normal.”

“C’mon, Kelly, you got to give us more than that.”

There was silence.

“No jocks, they got to be caring, smart, brave, and unique.”

“Sounds like your guy,” said Clarissa.

“I’m just waiting for him to make a move.”

I pulled my head from the sphere and let it flow on its way. It was looking good for me. I was eighty percent sure that the guy they were talking about was me. The boyfriend she had now wasn’t official, and he was a jock. Apparently, he wasn’t always a jock and was part of some type of painting club. I didn’t really care to look into it, but I needed to be a hundred percent certain.

Then I saw it from the corner of my eye, just floating by without a care in the world. How dare it exist, I thought.

I pulled the floating bastard close. It was a memory of Kelly and her Jock wannabe. It was a confession. She was pouring her heart out to him by a lake. It was a perfect setting too. The moon was out, giving a romantic feel on the lake. The reflection gave a divine aura that surrounded them. I knew that night very well because it was the night I had told myself that it was not the right time to reveal my feelings. I was wrong. I slid into the memory; it really felt like I was there. The summer heat was sticky.

I slipped in and pushed the image of the Jock out and replaced it with me. She was now confessing her love to me like it was meant to be. I jumped out, and then it dawned on me. I needed to change the rest of the memories, or else things would be wrong, she would be confused.

I searched, replaced, changed, and manipulated memory after memory. I don’t know how long I was there, but I kept feeling the pressure getting tighter and tighter. I felt myself thinning out. I chanted my name over and over so that I wouldn’t forget who I was. The longer I was there, the more it felt like someone was pulling at me. Stretching at my subconscious, like taffy stretched too far. A splitting pain in my mind. I searched around for the exit, but only the memories surrounded me. Until I found the black door. All I needed to do was open it.

After changing my memories…my memories? Yes, my memories. Why? Actually, what’s going on?

Right, hi, my name is Kelly Reed, and I have the unique ability to explore the very depths of my mind. I don’t do it often, but I tend to search whenever I need to remember something. Right now, I am sitting at the front of my biology class when I heard a thud from behind. I don’t know what happened, but my classmates are all huddling around a boy who’s bleeding from the eyes. It’s some terrifying shit. What’s even stranger is I think I know him. I believe we were dating, but I can’t remember his name, and when I tried to, I start to cry. Why can’t that girl who’s been screaming this whole time just stop? It’s hurting my head. Oh wait, that’s me. I’m the one who’s screaming, but why?