Abandoned

8

I was running low on food very fast; so fast that the food I had consumed seemed to go quicker than I initially thought. I decided that there was not enough left for me to last so I climbed up the stairs, to the elevator, and retrieved the last three cans of food that were left. I brought them into my new living space and decided I would start afresh, in my mind at least. I had to be my own protector. I was my own friend. I could speak to myself! I snapped. I began by throwing the bed with strength that I had been preserving. I kicked the paint off of the wall and threw the small coat hangers to the ground. I kicked the sink so it smashed into miniscule pieces where nothing was left. I threw my body at the toilet and smashed it. I started to breathe heavily; an unwanted smile crept to my lips. I realized I was turning into Quentin and Lukas but could not stop it from happening. All of my actions were completely against my will. I began to repeat the same procedure of trashing every cell by using my power on things other than the cells. I broke every piece of food that I could and sprinkled them all into my mouth, not even tasting them, just feeling them leap into my stomach from my opened mouth. All small and large pieces of food were gone. They were deep inside the depths of my body, filling me up and giving me more energy. I ripped everything apart, destruction was the main thing that I craved continuously. I punched one of the metal bars and threw my head at it when it did not break. I fell back into a phase of a dreamless, upsetting sleep.

A sound that had been alienated from my ears for a very long time returned back to them. A sound of a flying object being slowly placed to the ground. A loud thump occurred, I determined this to be the object crushing the soft snow beneath it. I ran toward the metal elevator, leaving the slaughter and destruction of inanimate objects behind me. I needed to know exactly what was going on in the outside world without being froze to an obvious death. I skidded to the door and rested my frosted hand on the wintry iced handle. The temperature of the handle burned my naked skin but I did not use my reflexes to pull it back. It had held it for quite some time as the craziness seeped out of me. I decided to open the door, I was going to die anyway if I stayed in here and I was wearing gear to make me warmer, so I pushed the metal handle down and pushed with all force that was inside of me. A dazzling blazing light blinded me and forced me to the ground. I had not seen anything like this in one month. Hundreds of men surrounded me and grabbed my every limb. I fainted in their arms, fainted precisely of confusion.