My second spark

CHAPTER ONE

I sit here blank, dazed, wondering why my life is like this. I try to get up but my body feels restless, i sigh to myself

"help!" they say That's when i feel alerted, that's when it hits me that, that wasn't in my mind

That was real that was real that was real

I shout but nothing comes out, except for my cold and shaky exhale.

I am hoping to myself this is a dream, i am hoping i am hoping I am hoping. Suddenly i see a spark, a tiny one, one that could light you up

A spark of blue, deep blue

Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes.

His eyes are all that come across to my mind when i see it

My father my father my father

I hear a loud bang, a bash a smack and a shake

No, it cant be..it cant.

A loud shake on the doors, a ratter.

My heart pounds.

Is this the end? I think to myself, It cant be the end...no...

I brace for impact as the door swings open and I see a shadow...a tall skinny one.

I wanna scream i wanna scream i wanna scream

"What the hell?!" a deep voice mutters

I wanna cry i wanna cry i wanna cry

Then I looked at him. Brown hair, emerald green eyes, the type of eyes that are comforting, the type of eyes you want to sink into, the type of eyes you would trust with your heart.

I back up "Who are you?!"

He scoffs "jeez am i that scary?"

He looks me deeply in the eyes and laughs to himself when he sees the fear.

Who does this guy think he is?

He stares at me inspecting all of my features as if I'm a painting.

I get boiled, angry, furious

My hands start to spark and suddenly there is a flame

He looks scared at first, pauses and looks amazed, impressed.

"What is your problem! Who even are you?!" i say

I look in terror, horror.

I try to escape, i try to run but hes already taken me

Im being carried, carried into a black van.

Its shiny and i hate it, i hate it so much. I hate the luxury that they have, the luxury that they provide themselves with

The luxury i couldn't provide for my family, the luxury i cry over not having

The luxury i wish i had.

Then i think back to my dad, that memory, the one that started this all, this spark.

The fire in my body that comes out when I feel the worst.

And then I feel the satisfaction when that spark comes out the danger I reflect on others satisfies me.

I am nothing but a monster, a horrible soul.

We arrive at a tall building, he takes me inside.

I see men in white long lab coats everywhere, working on experiments.

They look at me, stare at me. I feel eyes everywhere.

Then continue what their doing.

I glance at the man who picked me up

and i never realised he had a black suit on, its nice, classy.

he notices me looking at him and gives me a wink

I look away in disgust, who is this guy? Why am i here? Who are these people?

He takes me in the elevator and we arrive on the 20th floor

"Sir owens!" a guy in a white long lab coat runs in his direction

"Yes?"

"I see things! I'm hearing things! Please help me!"