Author's Note: This is the last of that particular contest with the songs and I went for out for this one. Still, can't remember if I won but if I didn't that would be crazy because this story is one of my favorites I have ever written. I didn't find it until recently but often I still think about it. I really liked X-men and the idea behind them so I tried to make a kind of thing for that.
Find You by: Zedd ft. Matthew Koma & Miriam Bryant
Deviant
Love is short. It comes fast and leaves with a blink of the eye. It does not stay long. You are lucky to even catch a glimpse. I'm lucky to have experienced it. No matter how much I wish it would have lasted forever, I knew that was not the case. As I stare at these cell walls, I know love is not the strongest force in our lives. We are plagued with jealousy, self-destruction, and hate. We kill ourselves from the inside. Human kind fear the things they do not understand. To be honest, I don't know if I am counted into that statistic. Am I human? I've been wondering that my whole life. I like to think of myself as human, but these bars that trap me into a closed off space say otherwise. I'm Mankind's slave. An abomination.
Maybe it was all just an fantasy. Maybe everything that happened was all a dream. It probably didn't even happen. Looking down at my hands and the burning scar that still shines in all it's glory, I smile sadly. Dreams don't hurt you.
It all started 2 months ago. Maybe 3. I don't really know. I should figure out the exact date but to be honest, I don't really care. I'm just glad it happened.
The guards were easing up on me, they would let me out sometimes. They thought I wouldn't try to escape.
On that day, I wanted to see outside. I wanted to experience all of the things earth had to offer. Everything that had been taken from me. I was fed up with being their prisoner. It took 16 minutes for me to escape the horrid place. 16. Minutes. It was no effort whatsoever. The most guarded place on this side of earth took me 16 minutes to escape from. Maybe I wasn't human...
Once I had stepped onto the soil of earth, I could taste the freedom and the dry desert wind. And so I began walking. Where to? I had no idea. I just picked a direction and walked. Because of my abnormality, the dry heat barely affected me. I could walk in the blazing heat for days and still be fine. Eventually I found a public road, and I followed that. I just walked for days before I finally reached civilization. Salt Lake City, Utah to be exact. Hopefully, there would be no need for passports. My coming to the USA was not my plan and therefor I had no passport of identity really. That horrid place took away even that from me.
The city was quite amazing. It was night-ish when I arrived and the mountains loomed in the distance, covered by a light blanket of darkness. Walking down the streets, I searched for a cheap motel. After realizing I had no money, or really anything other then the clothes I was wearing, I sat on the curb and sighed. What was I going to do? I have never been on my own.
Lifting my head from its place on my knees, I gritted my teeth and thought about my family. Where were they? Would they even want me? Thinking about my past life brought memories I would rather not speak of, so I shook my head and got up from my pathetic state.
Keep walking.
Maybe they have homeless shelters? It wasn't too late, the sun may be down but it was just the time of year. It was actually only 6pm.
Jogging to a close corner store, I opened the door and asked the lady working there where the nearest homeless shelter was. She gave me a funny look, which was expected and I just shrugged it off, and then told me it was actually just down the street. Thanking her, I made my way down to the little building. There wasn't too many people there but there was enough to draw attention. Everyone stared at me as I walked through the door. Clutching my knuckles, I tried to not let their stares bother me.
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