Telekinesis

Prologue

"OKAY, Selena focus on this object. What I want you to do is make the water move."

    Another instruction, another task. Pushed in front of me, like my only purpose is to make the impossible possible. I'm a human being, I have other purposes than sitting here being the puppet they use to study on. I'm more than this, aren't I? I'm more than just a test subject.

    It was second nature to me now, sometimes I didn't even need to look at the object at hand, just think about what I want to happen, and then as if by the hand of God, or some higher power, things move. Like right now, me staring down at my lap while I picture the water in the container rise up and out of its confinements, like an embodiment of my what I wish I could do. Free myself of my constraints, but they are too firm, too strong for my weak arms.

"Absolutely amazing." I've heard it before. People come in to verify that I am actually doing this on my own, without any help and when they discover that it's real, that not everything is fabricated for people to make money, they stare in awe.

Time. It's completely useless when you're in a place like this, everyday dragged out to perform for people's amusement. That's what it felt like. That I was just some toy thing that they used when it was convenient for them, a way to make their institute look special, something to set it apart from the rest. For the first time in years, an actual case of telekinesis, maybe even something more, something beyond that is what they would say. They thought I wasn't listening, thought my only purpose was to break the laws of science, that I wasn't actually a human being under all of the tests, cameras and unexplainable abilities. That I had emotions as well as power.

And, you know what is more dangerous than having power, and I don't mean having power over people because you have money to get people to do what you want, I mean power to destroy, to target, to demolish. To be able to do things without even thinking about it, do something that nobody can link to you because it seems so impossible and people are so narrow minded, so naive that they wouldn't believe that something beyond themselves was occurring.

They didn't know it yet, but chaos was coming, one way or another. As I focused on the water floating in the air, the crowds of people in the room staring at their science experiment, at what they think they created, like I wasn't like this before they decided to carve their names into my back, to label me, tag me. A rage filled my chest and settled into every crevice of my being, made every bone in my body ache to make all these people suffer. How easy it would be to snap one of their necks, strangle them until they were wheezing and begging for their life.

But I couldn't. I was waiting for the right moment, it was all strategic, done so they would never suspect, so I could have a clean getaway. Kill every single last person who had come in to witness the girl with the powers, the people who didn't even take a second to question why I didn't talk, why there was no emotion in my eyes and why I hardly slept, hardly functioned, just for one of them to wonder if I was really okay after all.