PANDORA

Prologue

         

         

They say time heals. Time makes you forget. Time heals all wounds, big or small.

But not for me. Time will never heal what I was put through. What we were put through. The pain. The misery. The fresh sweat and tears running down my eyes and my smooth shiny body.

You can never heal knowing what it is I know. The thing is, nobody else knows what I know. I was born into this world with a gift like no other, yet somedays I'm questioning whether it's a gift, or a disease which will kill me slowly and, quite frankly, make me insane.

To them, we are just living robots, always being programmed what to do and how to feel, with no say and no personal emotions. They train us to feed them valuable information about the past and the future. Information, that only we can find.

Without us, they are nothing. They will no longer stand tall and rule this world, nor will they rule us. The world would become hectic and raging, and they will fall.

This gives me the reason, as to why my 'gift' is in fact a gift, and not a disease. This gift gives me power over them all, which I will use to my best abilities to make them hurt like I did.

My name is Pandora, and Time is my power.

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A/N: Thanks for clicking on my story! I will try to upload every Wednesday and and Sunday, so keep a look out. Also shoutout to my friend Nicole (aka @fictionaltea) for helping me edit this story!