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Taylor Simien is elevens real brother, they were separated twins at birth, but not really. They were both added to the experiment.
Besides that, The summer of '84 Taylor keeps seeing this monster and reminding him of all...
This is a very short little intro to just get a quick simple explanation about everything, if wanted, you could skip.
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If anyone told me that there was another dimension, i'd believe you in a second.
I didn't live a normal childhood, I was strictly only able to be in one building for most of my childhood. I was an experiment. I'm not normal. No one there was.
There were up to 20 kids in my section, all different ages and even more kids in the building alone. There were up to 25 kids on each floor of the laboratory. I was stuck where the massacre mainly happened, the lab caught on fire and killed many other kids and people, it was just my floor. I think everyone was dead.
But one of the staff members helped me out of the building through a secret door way he knew about. He sacrificed his life for me because he walked towards the rainbow room after. I wonder what happened to him after. I think about that all the time. Why'd he only let me out?
I was found by a young woman after I ran out of there. I was so young. The police believed her somehow, she told them that sje had no idea where I came from, she only knew it was bad. "He doesn't even know his own name" I remember her begging the police to believe her. Eventually, they did... and a few months later she was able to adopt me and gave me a name.
"really what's your name?" I remember her asking one night, before she brought me to the police. I was smart enough to learn words from the staff members speaking. I was only known as experiment twelve or just twelve. So I said "twelve."
"I'll just name you... Taylor. Both T's" I still remember the worried smile she gave me that night.
It's been five years. I'm fifteen now, or something. Since then that woman was known as Mom. I do know her name because she told me "My name's Cynthia. Where's your parents?" when she found me.
I was able to go to school which was tutore and difficult, but it was the only way mg mom thought she could help me. I also live a normal life now. Go shopping, friends, school, how to speak, math. I'm good at math.
The only thing that got in the way before was the experiment. I never really understood "the experiment" and why it was needed but I was apart of this experiment for kids with superpowers. I know right? I sound insane. But believe me, I have them. My mom says it's something called telekinesis, the ability to control movements and things move or something. She didn't like it that much. Rightfully so, I didn't know how to fully control it at first. I destroyed vases, frames, ect. at the beginning of my stay. So I was banned of using it at all. I wasn't allowed. It was for the better, for me to live a normal life and try to forget what happened to me.
But I never followed it, after I was practicing to control it when my emotions got in the way, I was able to do simple things without it blowing up out of proportion. I just play around with it now, like lift up objects to scare classmates or in public crowds. The only thing that gives it away is the nose bleeds, so I just have to quickly wipe my nose, especially fast if my mom walks in.
Whenever she does walk in though, I make some excuse like, "it must've fell on impact" or "I was trying to get it on my desk without getting up" or something similar like that. Sometimes I think she forgot I had these powers.
Anyway, eighth grade just ended and now it's summer. Thank God. I kind of hate school. Too much people, I get afraid I won't be able to contain my telekinesis because it's something much more than I ever really understood.
Summer break just started and I was in for rollercoaster.
