Telekinesis

one

WHERE are my parents?

It was 10pm, I knew that because I had glanced at one of the employees' watch on my way back to my room. They don't allow me to have any belongings incase I injure myself with them. Who would want that, right? Can't have their most prized possession getting damaged. It's not like I'm a living, breathing human being or anything.

Motherfuckers even kept me in isolation, the kind of room you only imagine to exist in films, in twisted movies that tell tales about insane asylums, shock therapy and lobotomies. It's in here where you realise, the movies aren't so far from the truth. For this place anyway.

They all thought I didn't know a thing. Walked around like they ruled the world, like they had everything under control, that they were fine. But I was watching, always watching. Despite the copious amounts of publicity this place was getting for finally having a breakthrough, finally finding something real, something concrete, something bona fide.They were covering it up; everything. I know exactly what they did, and how they can just make people disappear with the click of a finger. Someone could exists one day, and the next they were gone, deleted from the Earth as easy as a speck of dust gets carried off by the wind, dissolving into the air and never to be seen again. If you did something they didn't like, that's the end.

I didn't understand it really. No matter how much I wanted to nor how much I tired, I failed to understand why a place that practices in such things would want any publicity, if I ran this place I sure as hell would keep it well under the radar. Some of the things they do here are downright barbaric and strictly illegal. So, why would they want the publicity they are getting? Surely more publicity invites more risk.

I have so many thoughts and questions, my mind can't keep a lid on there, which is why I have a diary. I need something solid where I can write down the thoughts that consume my brain, making it nearly impossible to remember every single minute detail, which is what I intended to do. So whenever I thought of something that I could use in the future, I would write it down. I even wrote down questions I wanted to find the answers to.

Where are my parents?

Are they still alive? A part of me hopes that they aren't, which makes me think that maybe I belong here after all. My reasoning is that I'd rather have no parents than ones who would so easily abandon me. They've never once visited me. I don't even remember being admitted here, it kind of just felt like magic.

I folded my makeshift diary and stuffed it in my usual place under the mattress of my bed. I turned off the light switch without even glancing at it, crawling into bed and pulling the covers right up to my chin. I didn't particularly enjoy sleeping in the dark, but this was the perfect time to start getting over silly little fears. The fact that I get nightmares sometimes should mean nothing, they're just nightmares, completely harmless and completely not real. Not real, that's all I need to tell myself.

Although, telling myself it isn't real doesn't always work. Especially when the nightmares feel more real than reality itself.

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"Okay, Selena, put this on and we want you to break this glass." Arthur placed the glass carefully onto the metal table, his eyes glazed with anticipation as he tapped once on the glass and took a step back. Another day, something else to prove. There were even more people in the room this time, so many that I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead from the amount of heat in the room. Everyone's eyes were watching me, the almost tangible need for me to succeed, to keep defying the law, the foundation of everything. I felt like not breaking the glass on purpose, just to see the expression on their faces to find out that I wasn't all that they expected, a failure, a disappointment.