Future Creators

Chapter 1

Lorena

I never thought I'd see a sunset ever again, it's amazing.

Despite the unsettling city that shadows under it.

It's been a year, maybe two, since I'd seen the outside world, since my sixteenth birthday.

I'd be seventeen now.

I woke up in a hospital room, and not the one that I usually sleep in, this one had a window, and a bed which I lay, and a lamp. The lamp didn't even work, I tried to turn it on with my telekinesis, that didn't work, but that wasn't the detail that concerned me, what did though, was the fact that I couldn't move. I wanted to scream, to yell for help, but I found peace in it somehow.

It's like I was paralyzed, an immovable object, so all I could do was admire the sunset, it's amber colors, the clouds covering the sun, it's beautiful. And even though I'm practically stuck in this bed, at least I have a view. The sunset was an ombre of orange, yellow and a hint of pink, it was the most beautiful sunset I'd seen in a while. I faced the fact that I couldn't move for the moment.

I started panicking and screaming, desperately trying to move even a single finger.

Did the doctors—torturers—drug me?

My mind came to the answer of yes, they did in fact drug me.

"Hey, Lorena, stop screaming, you woke up all the patients." A guard said, the voice sounded familiar, but yet again, all the guards roaming this structure sound the same

"It would help stop the screaming if you tell me why I can't move!" I screamed.

"You're drugged, it's on purpose so you don't use your powers on us." he said nonchalantly.

"So after all my days in this hellhole, you decide to drug me now?" I shout, it doesn't make sense, why would I use my powers on them, they'd already warned me many times before that if I did, I'd have to face the consequences.

Suddenly, a whole pack of guards rushed in through the door and transported me into another room which I was very familiar with.

The torture room.

A patient is usually taken when they are being disrespectful or causing a disturbance in the hospital or to the other fellow patients. I used to be in here a lot in my first few weeks at the hospital, always screaming and crying and begging for them to let me go, it never worked though; all of them were simply nonchalant. It was infuriating.

"Let me go! What did I even do?" I screamed, but no one cared.

"Shut up, Lorena! You're too loud, it's hurting my eardrums." A guard said.

"How do you all know my name? I haven't seen half of your faces before!" I shouted, it was discomforting to know that all these men knew my name, and I barely knew what their faces look like. But the one thing I know is the sound of their footsteps, which is an advantage in my case.

I just wanted to get out of here, to live my life as it was, even if I was on the streets to see my friend.

"After all this time and you still scream like it's your first day, doesn't your throat get tired?" This time an unfamiliar voice spoke, which made me wonder, is that person a guard? Suddenly, all the guards straightened their backs and stiffened. I've realized how much they slouch, I looked back to find a blonde boy at the door, leaning on the doorframe.

"Sorry, sir, we'll make sure she stays quiet from now on." A guard spoke, his head tilted downwards. This is uncanny. Yet I'm somehow relieved that there is at least