Abby got up and threw the towel away. “I... have vision things?” She said, her voice going up like a question. Honestly she didn’t actually see anything, so she wasn’t sure if vision was the right word. “I don’t really have control when it happens and I can’t stop it.” It happened to her more than anything. “I didn’t even knew you were there or that I hurt you until it was done.” Abby frowned, putting her arm around her stomach. “I’ve only hurt one other person before. It was when- someone tried to grab my hands and my pencil ended up in his leg. They would only give me crayons after that...”