Hide Your Bodies

1. White

You know, other people say that people like us shouldn't walk around in the streets because we're different. I won't argue with the 'different' it's just the part where we 'can't' walk around in the streets that bothers me.

It's not always easy to tell who's different or not, because everyone is different in their own kind of way.

With us it's something else though, like me for example. Since my third birthday I started to do weird things. One day I was woken up by a loud scream and saw my mother look at me in terror. I didn't know what was going on - because I was three at the time - when I was 'old enough' and things started to escalate, my mum told me that my body would match with the colors that surround me.

When it first happened - fifteen years ago - my mum almost had a heart attack. She told me that when she went to wake me up, my arm was gone and that she screamed bloody murder.

After a few seconds my arm was back though and she passed out.

After she told me, I started to experiment and I discovered that my hair changes color if I paint my pinky a certain color. My hair is black tight now, because I painted my pinky black; normally my hair is brown and I don't really like it so i keep changing the color constantly.

Any way, my brother also does weird things, but it's with his eyes, he can see through things in multiple ways and his eyes change color when he does it, which you can't see so much, because he uses hazel contacts.

A couple days ago, I accidentally used my 'powers' - as everyone calls it - and half my school saw it. My mum told me that I should be careful and I was, but it happened accidently so it's not my fault.
This guy at school called Cain, was after me and he beat me up. When he kicked me in the stomach I lost control and 'disappeared'.

My mum had to send me to this 'camp' where people like me go...you have to be eightteen to get in, my brother doesn't have to come, because 1: his powers can't be seen and 2: he's still sixteen.

At the moment it's just me sitting here, I'm waiting for the others to arrive. There should be like five more people or something, at least that's what the woman at the reception desk told me.

It's been what? Two hours? Yep it's been two hours, but man did it seem like more.

It's so boring in here and it reminds me a lot of a hospital room which sucks, because I've been in one at least once a week.

The walls are white and so are the couches and every single furniture in here; the only thing with color is me and I'm dressed all black.

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I hear some mumbling coming from outside and walk over to the door opening it slightly to hear what's going on. The door is soundproof, that's why it sounded like mumbling. In reality there are three people talking, one of them is half yelling actually.

"What do you mean with 'no special treatment'? Why shouldn't a sixteen year old in a building full of eightteen year olds get special treatment?" The voice of a boy asks almost yelling "Because you're more dangerous than everyone else," a man responds. The boy sighs before questioning "Can I at least have my oreos?" A little calmer "Sorry kiddo, we have to take everything with us, even the oreos," the man says.

I can't see the face of the boy because his back is turned towards the door, but I can see him pushing his back pack to the other man's chest. With an "omph" escaping from his throat.

"The room is right there" the woman at the reception desk says pointing towards the door I'm looking out of.

I close the door quickly and just stand there. I can hear the boy say something like "Son of a bitch," before he opens the door with full force.
My hand is still on the doorknob so I get pulled and bump into him - hard.

He drops to the ground with me on top of him. I stand up, help him up, apologise and awkwardly make my way back to the couch I was just sitting in.

He also walks to the couch and sits down a comfortable distance away from me "Hi, I'm Frank," the boy says stretching his hand "I'm Gerard," I stutter shaking his hand. He shoots me a small smile and I smile back.

"So what brings a sixteen year old to a place like this?" I question after a while of silence "Well... I accidently used my powers," he says looking at his hands and I can see a sign of a tear "What happened? You can tell me," I say because I understandand what he's going trough.

He hesitates and I ask again "It can be that bad can it? ...I also used mine accidently," I add.

"I almost killed someone okay," he says raising his voice slightly and looking at me with watery eyes. "Oh," I say looking at my hands. "Sorry... I didn't want to bring it up," I add.

"Its okay, it was an accident," he informs "But how did they know about it?" I question motioning to the people outside. "The've been monitoring me for as long as i can remember...how did they know that you did anything?" he responds "The pricipal told them!," I answer looking down once again.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Frank says out of no where making me jump slightly and look at him with a confused expression. "You know what I mean," he says and I finally understand that he's talking about our powers.

Frank motions me to start and I stand up before walking towards the wall. My body slowly fades to white.

Frank looks at me in awe before walking towards me "Rad," he says taking a closer look at me. "Frank stop it...you're ruining the illusion," I whisper "Sorry," he says walking a few steps back.

"So...your turn," I say getting my normal skin color back "Okay..." he says before looking around the room. He looks at one of the lamps and stretches his arm out in the lamps direction. The lamp slowly floats towards us, stopping in front of us. "You control things with your mind," I say and it sounds more like a question than a statement "Yea, but I have other powers that are controlled by my emotions," Frank says and I look at him; he's focused on the lamp and doesn't notice me starring "Like what?" I question and his eyes meet mine "For example when I'm angry, something catches fire," he responds shrugging.

Suddenly the door opens makimg both of us jump and Frank drop the lamp.

"Your room is ready," the man says "Ehm...shouldn't there be more people?" I question looking at the man. "Yes there will be more, but they are not going to share a room with the two of you." he says and I shoot Frank a look. His Hazel-green eyes meet mine and he shrugs. "Lets go," The man says motioning us to follow him.