Tangled up

The wooden ceiling

I slowly woke up at the strong sent of paint. But the covers felt so warm, and I felt so confortable that I didn't want to wake up, not yet.

Sighing I lazily opened my eyes. I could see the wooden ceiling of my treehouse. I made a mental note of painting it later. As a stood up and got a drink, all the things that happened yesterday came rushing into my mind. Gasping, I stumbled a little and held the tree trunk for support. That man, he was just there on the floor of the house, last night, motionless. Sobbing, I reminded myself that he was hurting me, and if I hadn't done anything about it, I would be dead. A sudden pain made me groan... I had forgotten the cut hadn't been healed yet. My trembling hand slowly lifted up my shirt. I gasped when I saw the cut, wery deep, near my rib cage. I wonderd why it hadn't healed yet and figured that it was because of the deepness of the cut. It was probably much deeper before, but my body didn't want me to see that. My body wasn't normal, it had the potential of healing itself. My parents never knew because I just never told them. Only one person in the whole world apart from me knew, the person I trusted the most; Dr. Solaris.

He was my doctor and the person I trusted the most. I trusted my parents alot too, but I knew that that wasn't the sort of thing they could just keep to themselves, they would have probably braged to their other rich friends. And then I would find myself in a lab with needles all over my body. And I didn't want that.

I explained my situation to dr. Solaris and he gave a logical explanation.

Dr. Solaris was also my Mom's doctor, and he told me that Mom had gotten a very harmful virus, a few months before I was born. The doctor had warned her about the many things that could happen to the baby, but she didn't care; she would still take care of the me even if I had three heads! So the injection was given and luckily, everything turned out fine. I seemed in good shape and Mom healed. But he explained that the shot had the power to make the cells of the body work faster, so that the virus could leave faster. But the shot must have affected me somehow, giving the ability to heal myself.

I slowly looked down. The cut was gone, and fresh looking skin was left, as if nothing ever happend. The doctor explained that I could transmit my powers to others but only to heal one wound at a time; their bodies wouldn't hold the power forever. He explained that I would need to concentrate greatly on the wound, and it would probably leave me drained. I have never tried it before and I don't understand why I didn't do it to the man covered in red, but I guess I was too frightened to ever think such a thought.

Walking around I noticed I hadn't seen somethings that were in the room. My paints my brushes, and all of the things that had anything to do with art. Wiping away a tear, I decided it was time to paint the wall. But then I noticed my duffel bag. I ran to it to see what my troubled mind managed to pack. A few shirts, a few skirts, a few pants, and a few dresses. Then there was all the undergarnmemts I owned. Then there were my pencils, my paint, my brush, my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, my phone, about five hundred dollars I somehow managed to steal from my parents, lots of water, and a few jars of nutella. I guess I'll have to continue pick pocketing. Sighting, I looked at the wooden ceiling again, and thought," what the hell can I paint up there?"

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