When I woke up, I felt numb. Not just emotionally, but literally numb. I was strapped down on a rock-hard bed in a small blue room, with no windows and a single stainless steel door. Great. I've had an episode, once again. Which is weird, I haven't had one of those since I was 8.
A tall man with a strawberry-blonde stubble and black framed glasses wearing a white coat and stethoscope unlocked the prison-like door and cautiously approached me. He had a certain look of regret or guilt in his eyes. I couldn't decide which one. The man gritted his teeth before beginning.
"I'm incredibly sorry to inform you this, Miss Towers, but you have had another of your episodes."
"Well if that isn't obvious, considering my room is yellow not blue, and I actually have a bed, not a steel bench, to sleep on."
"I apologise. Anyway, there is something else..." he added after my sudden snap, followed with a silence of almost a minute.
"Do I honestly have to get up and slap the words from your head to your mouth? Today!"
He sighed.
"It's your parents, Malaya, Cara and Derek. Your episode... You killed them, Malaya. Last night..."
I can't remember hearing anything else the doctor had to say. All I know is that I'm a murderer. We were all praying that my cousin Allira would be the first and the last. Apparently Allah didn't hear our prayers. That, or he ignored us and cursed my entire life with this horrid illness. You know, even the greatest of all greats, scientists and doctors, have never seen anything like me. I am the first person in not only Pennsylvania, but the entire world to have this condition. They say it's "...the world of psychology's deepest fear and greatest nightmare".
Nobody knows why it happens. Nobody knows when or where it could happen. Or who will suffer, or even perish.
This time, it's was my parents. My birth givers. No one, not even myself, is going to let me go of this one. And nobody is going to forgive me or understand that it's not me. It's the monster living inside me. And I can't control it. Nobody can. That's the worst part. No, the worst part is going to have to survive without them. Without anybody. I'll be assigned to some random family and then more people will suffer some more. I will be blamed.
I will be hated.
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Darkness Awakens
Mystery / Thriller"I watched as my foster parents house went up in flames. Everything they loved and treasured was destroyed, including them. And you know the craziest part? I didn't even mind. Didn't feel sorry for them. Not a little bit, not at all. Think me psycho...
