Insanity

One

The woman lay unconscious on the bed, a mask over her mouth and nose, a large bump in her stomach that held her unborn trouble-maker. Men and women in white coats darted about the busy room checking test tubes and beakers filled with strange liquids. They were so busy they didn't notice the sleeping woman's heart rate or breathing rate increase. Her eyes snapped open as pain shot through her stomach, she pulled off her mask, the white coated men and woman rushed to her aid, panic evident in everyone's eyes. Now was not the time, they weren't finished in their research.

After cries of agony and pain, a small baby girl was birthed. She was cleaned and handed over to her weary mother, the baby cried and cried in shock. No one could calm her, not even her own mother. The baby's cries got louder and louder till she had reached the point of screaming. The small child's screams were so loud, you could almost see the sound waves, no child has ever reached a pitch like she did. What seemed like an never ending screaming ended with pain and heartbreak.

The father of the baby ran towards the room that contained the muffled sobs of his small girl. He was to late. He arrived to the scene of broken glass and   bleeding doctors scattered around the floor. The most heart wrenching part of all was his beautiful wife lying dead on her hospital bed. Blood leaking down her face. The mans sobbed and sobbed, the woman he loved had been so cruelly taken from him. All of a sudden he spotted the small baby still cradled in her mothers arms, he picked her up and looked at her facial features. He saw her mothers lips and his nose, the child opened her eyes and he saw her dark irises, she had her mothers eyes. He clutched his daughter to his chest, kissed her head and allowed the tears to flood.

A doctor finally arrived to the scene to witness the sobbing man with his newborn baby and his colleagues dead on the floor. He let out a quite gasp, the sobbing man looked up but turned away, "dear god! What happened?" "If I knew i would tell you but I don't so why don't you tell me!" The sobbing man snapped. The doctor raised his hands in defence as the grief ridden father  moved towards him, still clutching his child. That's when the doctor noticed she was still alive, his mind ran wild, trying to come up with an answer in the spot.

He figured it out, "I think it was the child" he blurted out, stopping the father in his tracks, "impossible!" "Think about it logically...every chemical in this room is safe for us, nothing is prone to explode. We would of know if we were attacked but judging by the wounds inflicted, this wasn't any sort of man made machinery. That baby (he pointed and the girl snuggled against her father) is the only survivor. I know it sounds ridiculous but it's the only logical explanation for this unfortunate incident" the father relaxed and looked down at his daughter "help her...please" the doctor nodded and beckoned him to follow the doctor out of the room.

Five years later:

"I was rerunning over her results from her last examination..." Stared doctor Faliceir, "well?" Asked Mr Westwood, his gaze drifting towards the small girl playing with building blocks through the glass into a play room with a woman with dark brown hair standing at the door. The girl had short, brown hair and chocolate eyes, clashing with her olive skin tone. Doctor Faliceir took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "her scream is getting stronger...so are her reflexes. As for her brain capacity, it is increasing at an abnormal rate. She is one of the smartest children in America, maybe even the world" the doctor had a sort of French accent in his worried tone, "what are we gonna do?" The girls father questioned. "I don't think there is anything we can do"

They watched the girl as she used the blocks with curiosity. She seemed content and quiet, she hadn't uttered a word since she walked into the room. The dark haired woman monitored the girl as she created, she had a feeling about this girl: she knows she will be trouble but she will be the perfect ally for the world, for shield. That however would not be until she learnt how to control whatever she was.

Suddenly the girl put her hands over ears and started crying. "Papa! Papa help!" she yelled. She looked up at the glass her eyes now pure white, her body was now shaking violently. Dr Faliceir grabbed the microphone and yelled for the agent to leave the room. The agent hesitantly ran out the door and secured it. The young girl let out a blood-curdling scream, louder than average scream. A powerful scream that shattered the looking glass,Dr Faliceir dived and pulled down Mr Westwood down to the floor. The scream was over, all was left but shattered glass, the blood dripping from the father and the Dr's ears (both thankfully survived) and the broken girl who lay curled in a ball in the centre of the room.

"get her out of here! take her far from the city! Olive deserves a quiet life!"

That's just what her farther did. They moved right out into the country into a little farmhouse. Olive had regular visits to Dr Faliceir, he perfected medication that would block out the voices but it didn't last forever. To Olive the Dr became her only friend, he was careful with her and he was understanding, she felt as though she could talk to him about anything. He treated her as she was his very own child and wanted to find a cure for her..."problem " but he knew there was no fixing the mistake he made. Not yet anyways...

After ten years of peace and quiet, Olive was living a normal life. Jeremy Westwood, Olive's farther married again, Alice Reeds. An uptight woman who likes everything to be perfect, including her daughter and step daughter. Kiera Reeds follows her mothers footsteps in perfection, she is hard working and in Olive's opinion sickly nice. Olive hated this whole new family idea, she preferred it being just her and her father. Even if he was more invested in his work than his own daughter. Olive was constantly fighting a never ending battle with herself and her family, whether she was right or wrong, Olive had to have the last word, even if it meant a huge argument with everyone against her. Olive was a stubborn cow. It's not something she could help, its a trait that's been passed down, her farther has it to but he doesn't like to admit it so don't tell him I told you so.

Olive has vowed to never get along with her step family, especially her stepsister, Kiera. The stuck up cow is a spitting image of her mother, personality and all. Kiera is always striving for a perfect life, Olive will never understand why she want everything perfect. You get your hopes up to often and when you do, being let down is always worse than being imperfect. I would say that being let down is always terrible just in general. Olive feels like she is always being let down by the people she cares about, and that list is small and hard to get on it. Olive prefers to close herself off to other people, it's the only way she won't get hurt as bad, but then again that didn't really work out for her.

Olive and her family lived on a small farm, they had cows, chickens, horses and sheep and one bull that refused to cooperate. Beyond their farm was a forest, Olive's favourite place. Sometimes if she had a fight with her family she would sneak out and take her frustration out on a tree. Sometimes if she felt a scream coming, she used to run out into forest, far away from all noise and let it out. She never wanted to hurt anyone.

As she grew up Olive became stronger and smarter. She was so smart she graduated high school at fourteen and started college that same year. She joined a school of science and thrived there but because she was the youngest there, not one student accepted her, not that Olive minded. She had no time for boys, parties or friends for that matter, she kept to herself and studied the hardest.

At home Olive rarely spent time with her family or the animals that lived there apart from her Rottweiler puppy that was like her side kick in a way. Olive mostly spent time in the small shed beside the barn which was her lab of sorts, her she conducted experiments with not only chemicals but also weapons. She was a sort of super genius. Creating things left and right. Thank god no one found out about her inventions, then she would be in a lot of trouble.

Olive doesn't mind being in her own, she prefers it actually. As long as her dog is by her side, she will happily live on her own. She dreamed of having a nice apartment somewhere quite with a wide open space for her Rottweiler. It's a shame she never achieved that dream...