Anathema

part 1; a genius was born

10 October 2040 that was the day i was born.

hunger. the word i would describe every people I've met and saw. they were lust in their eyes, lust for knowledge. some even wants me dead.

i shouldn't have born, i shouldn't be if this is what they will do to me. but where? where can i go? the only way for me to escape this world is reading.

reading until i fell asleep on my bed. with the curtains opened and the door locked with every security that was needed. I don't want someone to intrude me while I'm reading. whoever did that really don't have a manner.

i hate this world. they saw me only as a genius. they didn't look me as a human. they did the inhuman thing.

but, there was one thing they didn't know. even my parents didn't know. i have this power. like moving things with my minds.

somehow i would try to do the magic spell, that i have read in the harry potter books and all the other magic world. i have this kind of power, the power that I can't even explain.

BBOOM!

a crash can be heard from downstairs. they must be back from work by now. it's already 8 p.m. i should've come down for dinner.

putting the book down, i reached for my phone. that was always the way for me to not talk with them.

making my way downstairs, the sound of them fighting can be heard, more louder until i arrived there. they stopped dead in their middle of the fight, my dad look angry but mum look guilty.

i sat at the table with my parents. they were dead silence today. usually both of them would go on to talk about work all the time or about me.

"diana" my mum call. i didn't know but i think this is something that have to do with work or me.

i hummed as a response to my mother. she was hesitating at first, but not my dad.

"we wants you to go to the science lab" my dad casually said.

i turned my head to them, knowing so well what they mean. see? they don't even care about me anymore. they even wants me to be an experiment.

"honey, we talked about this. we can't let her be if she don't want" my mum protested.

"WE TALKED ABOUT THIS AND THE ANSWER IS SHE MUST GO THERE!"

my mum didn't protest. i like her, but when it comes to the argument with dad she can't win. i hate that, i hate when she was trying to protect me but dad will treat her like that.

"I don't want to go there and you will never have the chance to bring me there" i lowly spoke and abandoning my foods, i went upstairs to my bedroom.

i don't hear anything after i left. the only thing that makes dad scared was me. he was scared because i didn't act like how I'm supposed to be, as a child.

I've come to a decision. i should make that.