Control (Kilgrave x reader)

Origin.

Gifted. It was the word they used for people who were different.  Although some called us monsters. Others called us what we were, mutants. My powers developed around the age of eight. It was exciting to me.  I had tripped while playing outside. I cut my hand and knee.  Without thinking I placed my hand over my knee. It felt better. A soft glow enveloped the wound. In a few second the small cut was gone, no scar.  I smiled, it was so exciting to me, as I ran inside to my parents.  My mom saw the cut on my hand. She immediately went for a wet cloth.  My father watched in horror. As my mother turned around and saw what I did, the wet cloth hit the floor. 

"I fixed myself," I beamed.

A hand slapped against my cheek with as much force as my mother could muster. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I looked up at her.  The color of her cheeks had flushed to red.

"Don't ever do something like that again!" She reached down for the wet cloth and turned her back to me. "You're a monster. If you want to be normal, you'll stop doing that."

I turned to my father, he turned his attention to the newspaper in his hands. They never spoke of it again. But that wasn't the last time my powers revealed to other people. Sometimes I couldn't control it.  People would see their wounds healing, and the soft glow from my hand.  Even though I was doing something good they would run off. This was, of course, after berating or hitting me.  My parents started fighting. People threw eggs at our house, rocks through windows, and left horrible messages on the outside of the house.  One night I decided it would be best for everyone if I ran away.  I packed a bag and hid it under my bed. My parents couldn't even speak to me anymore.  I rummaged through my mother's purse and took some cash. It wasn't much to live off of but it was a start.  When everyone else was asleep I grabbed the bag.  My hands pushed the window open. I took one last look at my room, and my old life, before slipping into the night.  I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head. My feet crunched the gravel beneath me.  When I reached the pavement another set of footsteps joined mine.  My head turned slightly.  A shadowy figure had snuck onto the road behind me.  I hurried my pace. There were more footsteps. I began to run.  I didn't know who was following me, and I didn't care to find out.  I slammed into something and fell back. My hands hit the ground, breaking my fall.  There was a crack deep under my skin, but it quickly began to repair itself.

"We were just gonna trash your house, but here you are." One of the kids from town spat on the ground next to me. His foot kicked, landing in my side as I coughed. "How much until you stop glowing, you freak?"

"I don't know. Just leave me alone. I never hurt any of you."

"Did you guys know there is some company paying for these freaks?  I think they're experimenting on them." Another chimed in before stomping his boot on my hand.

"God, she's so weird," a girl, who used to be my friend, chimed in. She leaned down into my line of view. "You look like firefly glowing at night like that. But you know, if you stomp on a firefly it's light eventually flickers out."

"What the hell does that have to do with?" I barked.

But my answer wasn't in a verbal response. Rather they punched and kicked. My body tried to keep up with healing, but after awhile I couldn't.  My body had slumped on the ground. I could vaguely remember being tossed into the back of a car.  I was moved around a few times.  All this for being different?  I had never even hurt someone before.  When I finally came to I was strapped to a table.  My wrists and ankles bound so tight it felt like I was losing circulation.  I cried out, only to be met by the haunting echoes of similar cries. Tears filled my eyes as I looked around.  Those kids actually sold me off.  The worst part was that I knew my family wasn't going to care that I was gone.  A figure walked into the room. They wore white scrubs, a white hair net and a mask. I couldn't make out anything about them except their eye color. They were hazel and lifeless.