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Diary of a Genetic Freak

Diary of a Genetic Freak

I guess this is kinda like the prologue.

Entry #1:

Dear Diary,

Blank walls all around. And they wonder why we all want out. Yes there are more of us, not just me and my now invisible cell mate. I think there are about 15 other teens here but I've only ever seen them when I was being walked to a testing room or in the cafeteria. The doctors seem to think that we will rebel against them and run. Any one would after being here for as long as some of them have. According to Reena I'm the newest addition to the hospital. She also says that I'm the most powerful one here besides one boy. Zadeyn. Apparently he can make any person do anything he likes, and that is why the 'doctors' are all afraid of him. I would be to, if I ever pissed him off. When we're in the cafeteria he sits by himself and everyone stays away from him.

I should probably introduce myself. Huh, never thought I'd be introducing myself to a book. My name is Cheyenne Sanders, I am 17 yrs old and a genetic freak. It sounds kinda harsh to me, but that's what I've always been told. But is it my fault people decided to stick needles in me and see what happens? Yes you read right, I was experimented on my entire life and just recently brought to this hospital. Which isn't really a hospital. The 'doctors' are really training us to be human weapons for wars. I think its morally wrong but no one listens, unless I get upset.

I can control any persons body, I can break their arm with my mind, hell I can kill you with my mind. If I knew how to control it. They've been trying to get me to call it to me and I can't. They bring in other kids and have me practice on them, they'll have the other kid attack me, but I can't do anything. It only happens when I get upset but they've got me on some sort of drug that won't let me get upset. Part of me hates it but the other part of me is thankful.

See, I wouldn't be here if I hadn't killed my family. I had gotten upset about something so trivial and I lost my temper and now they're dead. When I realized what I did, I ran. Of course I didn't get very far, one of the lead 'doctors' found me and convinced me to come here. Even if I hadn't agreed he would have brought me here, but he promised that I would learn how to control it. He promised that I would never kill anyone again, and yet they're training me to kill.

Besides the tests there are training courses, kinda like boot camp. Everyday at a certain time the girls and boys will go to separate ends of the building to train. If you fail that day then you can't go to sleep until you pass. So far, I've never failed, but maybe that's because my dad was in the army or maybe cause my brother was a martial artist and taught me everything he knew. Either way I'm grateful, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't go to sleep just for a little while to forget about where I am. To make believe none of this is real, that its all just a bad dream.

I've been here a month and a half and I want out. But I don't know how.

Sincerely, Cheyenne.

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