With Great Power

The Letter

The door slammed shut awakening me from my needed sleep. It was my mother leaving for her summer job I watched her car pull out. As soon as it left my sight I sprinted down the stairs. Finally I can talk. I never talked around anyone, not my mother or the doctor, or the therapist. When I'm alone I can speak, and I can sing. I loved singing ever since I was four years old. My brother would play the guitar while I sung. This morning I started with "Here comes the sun " about half way into the song a knock came from the front of the house. I stopped and stared at the door wondering who it could be. I set my hand on the cool knob, knowing full well that I was not aloud to answer the door. I turned it and opened the door. The glare of the sun blinded me I looked around and saw nothing but a white envelope. I picked it up,and looked out across the grassy yard I was never aloud to enjoy. I looked up again to see some one standing at the end of the street, staring at me. I squinted and he was gone, disappeared. It happened again, no one would ever believe me I sat down on my front step wondering what to do. If I should tell anyone, I debated with my self for a few minutes. Then I decided against it. I turned towards my front door and stepped back into my dark, prison of a house. Sitting in my favorite chair I studied the envelope, it was white with my name handwritten on the front. In the corner there was a small return address. I turned it over to reveal a wax crest witch covered the opening. On it was a spear and the words imperium potestate written around it. I had no idea what it meant. Nevertheless I opened the letter despite the creepy crest. There were several pieces of paper inside, one of witch was a letter I pulled it out and read.
Hello Mrs. Tipton
We very excited to inform you of our asylum for powerful and misunderstood young adults. You have been accepted to enter our class this semester. We understand that you and many other students have special needs or talents that must be utilised and controlled. We are located at 5102 Casman Dr. feel free to come by with your acceptance letter and we'll show you around the facility.
- Asylum for young Prodigies

I looked down at the letter a fear creeping into my stomach, someone knew about my powers. It was hinted all over the letter, you only had to be looking for it. My heart started pounding as I grabbed the other to items, they were pictures. One of them was of a tall building that I guessed was the "Asylum".The other was a picture of me from this morning, I was standing with my back to the window. Then I saw it the apple floating in thin air next to me. I was certain that this was no special needs school but a institute where they experimented on innocent kids. I looked at the clock it was 4:38 my mother should've been home an hour ago. Frantically I ran to the front window, she wasn't in the driveway. I knew that there wasn't a phone in the house for me to call the police. I sat down suspiciously staring at the windows, trying to hide from who ever might be looking through. After a few hours of reading, my anxiety begin to creep up on me again. Subconsciously I knew that my mother wasn't coming home, but I sat and waited. This must be a strategy to get me to come to that "Asylum", a hostage situation.