Super Simulator

Chapter 30- Bieber On This Bitch

I woke up yet again.

Should I start getting used to it?

What the hell?

This time, I seemed to be in an operation room, on an operation table. I looked at my shirt, all my guts were still there. Memories flooded into my mind as I thought about what Spencer said.
It just seemed like too much to process at the moment.

A woman, Britney, came in, Her brown hair was tied up into a ponytail as her gray eyes stared at me.

"Seems like you woke up again, don't worry, you're not the first girl to faint at Spencer. But you're lucky I already gave you all of your shots in your sleep. But I doubt it would have made a difference, you were always good with needles now weren't you?" she asked me.

I shivered, it was still weird that they knew everything about me. I'd bet my entire allowance that they recorded every scar and bruise that faded away since I was put into simulation.

"What about my family?" I asked her. She seemed to understand the question.

"We informed them about everything and why this happened. Needless to say some weren't happy about the situation, but we had our own ways of persuasion."

I grimaced. I hope they didn't use blackmail. She left without another word, and in came an older woman, with chocolate skin and long braided hair, as she walked into the room.

"I must say Emera, your little group is the most unpredictable yet. Most of you didn't match up with the ones we suspected. Some of you got different powers. And we didn't expect you to get the most powers," she said, examining some of the paperwork on a nearby table.

I frowned, "What do you mean?" I was about to go Bieber on this bitch!
"Well, Chase was assumed to be with Bailey, and Stacie with Jason, and Richard with Zoey and Marcus with Carlyn! But we assumed you would be the girl who was incompatible in that group. And Tyler we assumed was gay," she said.

Well. Uh. WAIT STACIE AND JASON WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER?

My eyes widened at the thought. They were the ones who were originally for each other. I was the third wheel. But they got all the others wrong didn't they? I mean Tyler has condoms in his bedroom and he isn't gay! Is he? Wait no. But how was I incompatible? Did they think I wasn't fuckable? I'M PLENTY FUCKABLE.

They woman carried on, smoothing her own smooth dark skin. "But of course, we were accurate on some of the super powers, though we thought Jason would have the most powers, since he is a very talented young man. And we knew you would have fire, and Jason the charm speak." She said.

So that's what it was, though he usually didn't have to talk when he hypnotized someone.
I scowled. Jason, Jason Jason. He was always the favorite, the talented, the one in the spotlight. The one who shine bright, the one everyone would listen to. The one who was talented at anything you threw at him. Mr. Perfect.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was on his door!

A small part of me boiled from within. Was I jealous of him? He always outshone me, and got everything he wanted. So his dad is an ass, he didn't have to see the asshole! So everything worked out just fine for him, but nooooo. Little old Emera. The one pushed to the back, the ignored, the forgotten, the neglected, the underestimated. The one pushed behind the curtains, out of the spotlight, just so she could be pushed down by every bully who wanted a good laugh.
I was scowling, my face pinched up. Jason always got the attention. No wonder he had charm speak, because everyone thinks he is so perfect no one wouldn't do as he asked.

"Now now dear, don't be such a fuss," the woman said. I stopped and looked at her, my head still felt a bit hot from the anger.

"I can tell from everything you did, do, and will do, what is going on inside your head. I'm your therapist, since we want a better look at the emotional side of you. You may call me Dr. Pristine." She said, running a hand through her long braided hair.

I did my best to keep my face blank this time. I never had much luck with therapists or guidance counselors. They never did shit.

"Well, since you've already gotten your medicine, shall we begin with the meeting?" she asked me, crossing her legs as she took a seat. I merely stared blankly at the woman. "You mean, right now?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Alright Ms. Pisces, tell me. You used to, before you came here, at your school you were bullied. Correct?" she asked.

Ouch, right to the shit I didn't want to talk about.
I gave a slight nod of the head as she kept going. "It was, well 26 people who have bullied you over the years. I won't get into the nitty gritty but how do you think that affected how you reacted with the others in your group?" she asked.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I asked her. She sighed.

"I see no point in keeping this from you. I'll tell you everything we have observed. When you first came in, we knew you and Jason knew each other, but we didn't think it would affect anything. But low and behold you had feelings for the boy. Yet he never noticed, and you never told. We could tell, you were scared. Of. The. Inevitable. Quite easy to understand though, since if you hadn't been brought here, you would have still been a nothing to Jason, right? So when you came here, you knew something was going to change with him. You knew, because you were the only two who knew each other out of the ten of you. Of course, we thought Stacie to be more his type, which of course she is. None the less, somehow you grabbed his attention. And on the first night you got a power! Very quick indeed young lady. So every night, you would think of the same past, feel like they were lurking in every corner. You were star struck by Jason weren't you? Never gave the chase fellow a chance. You and Jason, well you were close, but he was also close to Stacie. He always had two options, while in your head you only had one. Jason and you, well you started with some unnecessary jealousy, and you two weren't even together! So you start fighting a bit, and every time you pissed him off, he went to Stacie. And you? You just... Well you didn't change a bit needless to say. No wonder no one suspected much of you. So you were still close, and when he charm spoke you, ha! You overreact, don't you sweetie? But what he made you do, he is quite smart isn't he? A pity for once he was in second place, he is many of the scientists here favorite, mine included." She laughed at this.

"But now we gave you the time both of you needed, away from each other. He needed to think, as did you. And of course now that you're out of the way some of the others can fix a few problems. You were always the third wheel. Or the one not really 'in on the joke'. Even you knew that darling. But you were persistent, but more like a pest in some people's opinion. You were- are very ignorant aren't you? Only had sight on one guy, when there were 4 others to choose from! And they pick the mate, and Jason has two options. And your effect front the bullying, it made you so pathetically insecure, darling it's hilarious! Ha! But you compared yourself to everyone, everyone seemed so much better, which was the truth. What are you to a gorgeous girl like Stacie? Just a plain, everyday little girl. You aren't even aware of Carlyn's brilliance! Or Zoey's creativity! Or Bailey's bravery! Or Richards humor, or Tyler's skill, or Marcus's mysterious aura, or Chase's kindness! It was all about you. Could you not be so self centered dear?" she asked me.

With that, I stood up and ran out of the room, tears flying from my eyes. Therapist?! That bitch makes me NEED a therapist! How was that helpful? I shouldn't have to deal with this crap! But . . . Am I really that awful? As pathetic and selfish as she says? Was there truth in her words? I didn't have time to ponder more over this, when I crashed into a familiar figure.