[h2]Camilla "Cam" Moris[/h2]
[hr][color=lightblue]Location: AA meeting[/color]
[color=lightgreen]State of mind: Lost in a memory, startled by the weird cat[/color]
[color=pink]Days sober: Still 0[/color][hr]

I remembered the times Titus and I played hide and seek. He must've not been older than 4, yet he had such a strong sense of justice, even back then. Our little lawyer.
[i]'Mooooom, tell Cam she needs to play the seeker for once! I always seek! It's not fair! Not! Fair!'[/i] He would stomp around the room until he got what he wanted, but usually he'd end up remembering why I was never a seeker in that game.
[i]'Camie, you have to keep your eyes closed so you don't see where I hide!'[/i] Pause. [i]'Nuh-uh, you can't just look away. Keep your eyes closed or I'll make you! It's the rule, Cam!'[/i] Silence. [i]'...Daddy, Cam's crying again. I did nothing, I swear! I just wanted her to play hide and seek with me. I swear I did nothing, she just started doing that creepy thing with her eyes again and then, then she just started crying! Make her stop, dad!'[/i]
And then were the times when I actually did close my eyes and count like a good sport. I still didn't know why it was sometimes easier than other times. I thought it could be just a matter of how many people there were in my presence. I didn't know.
[i]'Cam, no fair! I know you're cheating somehow, you always find me so easy!'
'Well, don't hide in easy places, then,'[/i] I remembered answering like the sassy brat I had been.
[i]'Don't look where I hide, it's not fun!'[/i] Titus would argue. He was right, it wasn't fair, nor was it fun. But it wasn't my fault I could just see where he went even behind my closed eyes. The white shadows did not disappear behind corners. I was unbeatable. I was the best. I was the [b]winner[/b]. But then came the pain and the noise, and it wouldn't stop.[hr]
The minutes seemed to be ticking by agonizingly slow. One by one, more people would turn up, bringing a whiff of the cold air from outside with them. Most of them followed the same pattern, being attracted to the snack table like a paper clip to a magnet, before moving to sit down and being weirdly quiet. It made me wonder if these people actually knew each other from before or not. You'd think it wasn't everyone's first meeting... right? Or had the group just begun? Honestly I didn't know because it wasn't like I had done a thorough background check on this. I acknowledged my tendency to be rather impulsive. It was much more fun to go with the flow than to plan things out and ruin the surprise. My life was enough a pain in my ass as it was, I didn't need the stress of having to design a timetable for every damned second of it.
...That sure was a depressing thought. Was I being influenced or was that just me? I looked around, shifting my half glove clad hands around on my lap. I pulled on the end of a unravelling string poking out of the finger hole of my glove, twisting it around my pinkie like I was trying to strangle it. The glove kept coming apart more, the annoying string getting longer as I pulled it with the swirling motion of my finger. Finally I gave up trying to snap the string and let it be, trying to shift my attention elsewhere.
That's when I saw the cat.
I felt my eyebrows rise, I'm not going to lie. There it was, a black cat, [i]sitting[/i], just sitting there on the chair closest to the snack table. [i]Well[/i], more like lying down, but still. It was looking at everyone, looking at me, and it had the most extraordinary green eyes. There was something wise, almost mischievous in its expression. Almost as if it was aware somehow. Whose cat was it?
As I closed my eyes, the familiarly overwhelming world opened before me. Among the darkness there were dim figures, people, sitting or standing right where they were in the real world. The white noise in my ears got louder as I tried to make sense of the sensation. Being hungover only intensified the onslaught of feelings I recieved from the other people in the room. Stray thoughts swirled inside my head, but I couldn't quite place who they belonged to. It was hard to [i]see[/i] clearly when there were many people in the room, but at least the minds of the people outside on the street didn't carry inside.
What startled me, however, what was I saw in the darkness of my closed eyes. Beside the snack table, there was another white shadow of a person, their heart beating before my eyes and breath close my ears even though I was sitting across from them. My eyes snapped open like I had been awakened by a nightmare, but the only thing I could see beside the snack table was that same black cat. I was gaping, before I quickly closed off my expression and checked again. Yep, still there.

Now's probably the time to mention that my powers, or curse, as I liked to think, had some limitations. One of them being that I could only sense people's minds. Not those of animals'. I had never seen something like this, so you should understand that I was pretty rightfully freaking out. I could not see animals' thoughts. I could not feel their emotions. So why was I there, looking inside the mind of a [i]fucking cat?[/i] How could I be sure if it even was a cat? Just [i]how[/i] hungover was I?

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'That's it,'[/i] I thought. I was never drinking again.