Talented

Chapter three

POV Ava

So here I was, in a prison cell, on my own.

They let me keep my phone, but removed the SIM card. I was not allowed to contact anyone, but that didn't matter.

Who was there to contact anyway?

I played some games on my phone at first, but that started getting boring.

Seeing the fact that I was bored anyway, I decided to do some homework, so I wouldn't get behind.

After I made what I know I would have to make in the next month, one day had finally passed. How was school so easy?

I went to sleep. It was not uncomfortable, but my own beds sleep a lot better. I miss my treehouse. I want to train.

So, I just said I went to sleep, but saying I went to bed is a better way of saying it. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. 

I missed home. This was not where I belong, though there are some people that say I do belong behind bars.

Something about safety.
Something about me being a danger to society.

I hate it.

I want to be someone without my talent.

But I don't want to lose my talent either.

Why am I so different from the rest of my family?

I once had a friend. Her talent was to be capable of becoming friends with everyone, and for the first time in my life, I did not have thoughts about the best way to kill her. I was happy with her as a friend.

But her talents would make her great on tv or as a politician, so she was taken to the capital. Nowadays she is an actress in movies and some advertisements on tv.

She never contacted me, even though I gave her the number of the house phone. I  guess she never missed me. With her talent she could and did make lots of friends. And having lots of friends also means losing a lot of them.

If she ever saw me as a friend, that is.

And I am still not sleeping.

I want to sleep.

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Seeing the fact that I woke up the next morning, I must have fallen asleep.

How or when, I have no idea. 

I was just done in the small bathroom attached to my small cell, when someone came standing in front of my cell: 

'I am here to inform you that in three days the truth-feeler will arive. Until then you will remain in this cell. I placed your breakfast on the table.' 

After the man said that, he left, and I was left alone once again. Looking around me, I found the cell not that bad. It had a lot of space to walk, a bed that was sort of comfy, and there was a table. The same table I had made my homework at. 

When I thought about my homework, I decided that I might as well work ahead. It wasn't that hard anyway, and I would have more time to train and stuff once I get out of here again. 

I hate this place. 

I hate beeing closed up. 

There was also a really small window in the cell, that looked out to the square behind the police office. 

It had a beautiful fountain. Not one with statues of fish or people out of stories, just some layers that let water flow down. The way the sun always caught in the water made a thousand small rainbows, that sparkled and shined and brought a smile to everyone's face. 

When I was little, I would go there to teach myself how to swim. In our town there was no reason to learn how to swim, as there were no rivers or lakes or oceans in the area we live in, but I wanted to learn it anyway, hoping that one day I could travel the world. 

I hate it that I am judged for something I was born with. It was not my choice to be like this. I never asked for this talent. No one ever asked for a talent like mine. Everyone wants the perfect life in which your talent caves out a path for you to a great career. 

Did I already mention I hate my talent?

I went back to my homework, and decided to make some math exercises. By the time they brought lunch I had finished the entire book. Results of boredom. 

I ate my lunch while working at my languages. Those I found a lot harder, but I managed. By the time dinner came in I knew all the grammar and just had to repeat the words to myself to remember them. I was really bored. 

And so I went back to bed again, but I was not able to fall asleep. This time I knew why. 

I hadn't really used any energy all day. I had just been sitting around doing nothing. I wanted to run and train, but I also knew I couldn't do that in here. They would notice I had trained before, and that wouldn't work my case, truth-feeler or not. 

So I decided to just stare at the ceiling, hoping that sleep would come to get me fast. 

Where is the sandman when you need him?