I slowly crack my eyes open. The bright white ceiling spins. I close my eyes again. I breathe in the scents around me trying to figure out where I am. That sharp tang of chemicals... I know where I am. I'm in the hospital again. I groan and open my eyes again. I sit up and the room starts to spin again. I lean against the head board of the bed. I look to the right then the left. On my right sits my father, asleep in an uncomfortable looking chair. On my right sat my mom who was staring at me. I slightly cringe. Don't get me wrong I love my mom, but we aren't on the same page with the powers thing.
"Hey mom..." I say, whispering. She just stares with a disappointed look on her face. I bow my head in shame. We sit like that for awhile. I don't really know how long. I hear a groan. Dad's up. He blinks away the sleepiness and stretches. After all that he looks at me.
"How ya doing kiddo." He asks me.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." I tell him, still avoiding eye contact with my mom. "What time is it?" I ask them.
"Hon, it's been two days." My dad says worriedly.
"What!?" I almost scream. A nurse runs in and shushes us before realizing that I'm awake. She then checks everything and leaves again with her clip board. My dad hands me my phone and a pair of head phones. He knows that after things like this I like to run through what happened. I plug my headphones into my ears and go onto Spotify. I have one playlist. On that playlist are all my favorite songs. I tap the playlist and scroll through it, looking for a specific song. I find it and click it. The song begins and escalates into the first few notes. I hum along with the tune, not caring that my dad and whoever else walks into the room could hear me. The song I chose was Heart Upon My Sleeve by Avicii. A pure instrumental song. No words. Exactly what I needed.
I lye back on the bed and set my phone beside me. I close my eyes and absorb myself within the song. At one point I feel my father check the song. I have the music so loud that I don't hear the movement. The song is on repeat. I start to think. What happened? The last thing I remember is going to lunch. Then it's all blank. How did I get here? Did I pass out during lunch? Those pills didn't last as long as they said they would. I'm done with this. I'm genuinely frustrated now. I cross my arms over my face. I want to go home.... I had lost all my old friends. I didn't have many to begin with but when I accidentally set off my powers at school it was when one scared me from behind. I had gone invisible and they had freaked. They betrayed me. They ran to anyone they could find and told them I was super dangerous. How is going invisible even dangerous to anyone else? Eventually everyone was crowding around me. They trapped me in a corner. This is when my second power kicked in. Telepathy. I could hear all their thoughts. From Wow, she's such a freak. To Eww a magic user. The worst of all my friends, Why did I take pity on her and become her friend? She doesn't and didn't deserve us. Why did we ever let her in? The rotten piece of crap. I scream. Not out loud. In their minds. They all flinch back and cover their ears. Of course it's not going to help. I run. Knowing I'll never be able to come back. I leave them all behind. They were the only people I even remotely liked outside of my family. My first friends. And they betrayed me. When I come back from the awful memory, there are tears running down my face. My arms are still crossed over my face. I rub my eyes, hoping nobody noticed me crying. I open my eyes and look first towards my dad. He's gone. I look to where my mom sat. She's also gone. I pause my music and take out my headphones. As I stand up, I notice that I'm still in my own clothes. I walk out of the room. The directions to the front of the hospital burned into my mind from being here so much. Nobody's there. I walk out the front. You would think a hospital would have better security, but no. My parents must've taken my shoes. I would call them but my phone doesn't have cell service. It works like an iPod. About halfway home I step on a piece of glass. I sit down onto the pavement and pull it out. It hurts of course but I don't care. I actually welcome the pain. It takes my thoughts away from my awful life. I continue walking home. When I get there the door is locked. I walk around the back of the house. The first thing we did was install a key pad. I punch in the code and the door unlocks. I walk in and put a bandaid on my foot where I stepped on the piece of glass. Then I walk up to my room. I'm done with this. At least when I sleep I can't remember anything. I plop down on my bed and get comfy. Then, I'm out like a light.
