The music is so loud, it must be unhealthy for my ears. But that is something unimportant. If I can hear my music its fine. I am currently wrapped in my blanket, my pillow behind my back. I have absolutely nothing to do. Life is boring. I don't need the big room they offered me, I feel so small and lost in here. Sometimes I wish they gave me a roommate; someone I can talk to. But that is forbidden of course. Rarely I look at a girl in the dining room and she looks at me. Mostly she smiles, I don't. But that seems to be the only social contact in my life. Why should I talk to the other ones? They don't want anything from me, and I don't want anything from them. They hate me because the institution treats me better. I can take baths; I have a gigantic room. But I don't know why. I have no special abilities. At least not now. Maybe they will show, that's what the doctors say. Do I even want that? They tell us we are gifted but I don't think so. Why would I want any special powers anyway? I notice someone that walks into my room and I'm frightened. It's that guy again. I know him and I don't. Somehow my brain screams at me when I see him. It tells me to leave. That I shouldn't trust this guy. But his presence is somehow comforting and that is the real thing, I fear.
"73, it's time for dinner." I pause the music and look at him- motionless.
"Come on now.", his voice is harsh and deep. I walk straight out of the door. Somehow, I think that he deserves not a single second of my attention.
He catches up to me and we walk to the dining room. There are guys with huge pistols everywhere, but I have learned to ignore them. Even they step back when that guy beside me walks by. He really is weird.
We reach the large modern dining room and I walk to the buffet.
I glance at the invisible chip under my skin. When I want to grab a special sort of food a signal is send out. They check if I can eat the food.
Ridiculous, I think. I grab some noodles and notice a red lamp above my head. I look up and swallow, not a good time for noodles, I guess. I grab a salad and the lamp turns green. Seems like I can just eat stupid vegetables.
With my salad and a water bottle I sit down. There are plenty of tables beside mine and everyone sits there and talks. Everyone but me because the rules only count for me. Don't talk to anyone, they said. I think they want me to rott in here. I grab a stupid fork made from plastic and begin to eat my salad that tastes like nothing. The institution would never let us have a real fork. Too dangerous. I take a sip of my water. Even that tastes wrong. What a wonderful day.
"How do you feel today?" There he is again. Can't he leave me alone once? I ignore his stares. "Like every day." He rolls his eyes and automatically I must look at his scar. It begins at his forehead and ends at his cheek bone. His eye was not spared. But somehow that makes him look even more beautiful. I don't like him; I think he is arrogant and annoying, but I can't ignore the fact that he is the only attractive male around here. His left eye is blue, his right one so light blue it looks like a frosty white. He for sure is blind on that eye. Even though he looks at me and it moves like the other eye. I wonder what happened to him...
"And how do you feel every day?" I begin to shiver. He makes me feel uncomfortable. His light blond hair falls to his forehead, and I look away.
"I feel empty."
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Starstruck- Illusions are reality
ParanormalVia lives in a large high tech house where the water is too hot, the food too bad to eat and the people too nervous to talk to her. The institution is a place for people with special abilities. She knows that she has been here her whole life but can...