Telekinesis

two

"WHAT are you talking about?"

I could not have heard him correctly, he was here to get me out. I expected the feeling of immense joy, to want to leap off the walls and want to smile from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat. I didn't feel any of those things. I just felt hollow, like I have been feeling for years.

I knew exactly why. It disrupted everything, my plan of retribution, to kill every single last person in this god forsaken place. I didn't want to be rescued, I wanted to free myself, for nobody to be expecting it. I didn't want to owe anyone anything. I didn't need any help, why would he come here and try to help me anyway? It didn't make any sense, the amount of questions I had made my fingers itch for my diary.

"You don't seem happy to hear that." My hands almost itched to wrap themselves around his neck and squeeze until his eyes popped out of his skull, but I don't think the maintenance in this place would be too happy finding his dead body.

I shot him a deadly glare, "Of course I'm not fucking happy. You can't be a day over twenty, what business do you have being here, huh?"

"Why do you care? I'm giving you a chance to escape, any sane person would take it." Any sane person.

I clenched my jaw hard, "Oh, so now I'm crazy?"

He rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."

I sighed, pushing my unruly hair away from my hair. I felt like ripping at the strands until there weren't any left. This has to be the first time I have actually felt like this, felt this out of control. I was used to just thinking about something happening and it would just happen, there was no obstacle stopping me from moving things, nothing in my way. In fact, there were people encouraging me, pushing me beyond my limits, beyond what I thought I was capable of.

And now, some random boy whom I had never seen before in my life has disrupted that, disrupted the carefully crafted control I have mastered throughout these years, for what? I didn't know him and he didn't know me, so why would he suddenly appear from thin air wanting to help me escape. Why would he want to risk possible jail time to try and help me?

Everything was ruined, him turning up has probably raised the suspicion of many of the people who work here, I'm sure they wouldn't be so quick to accept somebody into their establishment who looked so inexperienced, and so young. I know how the people here work, they are very sceptical and don't welcome just anyone, you have to be worthy of their time. What could he possibly have done to grant their approval?

I turned my back to him, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to control myself. It felt like someone had lit a match inside of me and now it was travelling, the fire spreading throughout my body until it was pouring out of every inch of me. The lights in the bathroom started flickering, I could feel my control slipping like sand through my fingers.

He put his hands on my shoulder and it was the worst thing he could have done. I grabbed his wrist firmly with my hand and pulled him until he was standing in front of me. My breathing was heavy and I swear to god all I could see was red. Clouding my vision and every part of my body. I grabbed his shirt by the collar roughly, his face inches from my own.

"Why the fuck did you have to ruin everything? Who the hell sent you?" My voice was low and threatening, it sounded like it came from someone else, not from within my own self. It was a foreign feeling, one I hadn't experienced in such a long time. The feeling of losing control.

My anger was only intensified when I realised that he didn't even look at all phased by my words, or by the way I looked at him like I was about ready to slit his throat and leave him for dead, despite the fact that just moments ago he was cowering away from me.

Instead of crying or something, he held onto my wrists and pried my fingers away from his shirt, holding them securely in his hands.

He raised an eyebrow, "You actually think I'm afraid of you?"

I wanted to scream, to kick him, scratch him punch him, anything to cause him even a morsel of pain, but I could feel my energy slowly ebbing away, the tiredness overcoming me like it has so many times before, when I use my powers too much or too strongly like I am now. I was still trying to keep the lights off in the other room, but it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once.

The boy let go of my wrist and grabbed the back of my neck, he brought his finger to my face and I was about to punch him when he swiped his fingers under my nose. When he took his finger away, I could see the substance glistening on his fingertip, the crimson liquid staining his finger. I wiped at my nose and my finger came away with streaks of red, like my anger was seeping out of me, all my energy going with it too.

"Come on." He mumbled, he put his hands on my back, urging me towards the door.

I had surely exhausted the time I had to sneak away and make it back in time for nobody to notice I was even gone. When we made it back to the room we were in prior, the lights were on, but the room was completely empty.