The Curse He Broke

Prologue

23 August 2013

Willow Heights Dentention Centre

  Jenna woke up to the feel of cold metal against her back. At first, it felt as if she'd been awoken from a deep slumber, rising to the surface from the depths of a deep, deep lake. Then as her mind slowly cleared, she let out a subtle groan and brought the palm of her hand to her temple. God! Her head felt as if it had just been knocked over by a sledgehammer, and then maybe sorely smashed into by a freaking lorry. Her eyes fluttured, once, twice, and she weakly looked around. The first thing she took in was the sight of the wires, cables and needles attached down the length of her body, she grimaced. Where the heck was she? She slowly took in her surroundings, and then suddenly everything came rushing back to her - the searing pain, flesh piercing, paralysis jolts, the experiments, the screams, her screams more specifically and... Dan.

  Dan Micheals. A pathetic excuse of a human. He was something else, a crazed psychopath. Hell bent on his work, his science. Using and torturing her for his experiments. He was just a cruel, heartless shell. It was madness. And she was a part of it. All because of her damn curse.

  Her touch, it did weird things. It all started, as far back as she could remember, in that orphanage. Though she couldn't remember the name exactly, she did remember short memory flashes of her time there. She remembered being the outcast there. She would've probably been, what, five? A five year old little girl, in constant fear of herself, because everytime she approached any of the other kids, they would scream and cry or start running away from her. She remembered the first time this started, - when one of her friends at the orphanage, Shelly, had tripped while she was playing in the playground. Shelly had scraped her knee and she kept on crying. Jenna remembered approaching  her, wanting to comfort her and make her pain go away. But when she touched Shelly, she started to feel this sharp pain at a spot on her knee. The same spot where Shelly had just scraped her knee, except that now, Shelly's leg seemed completely fine, and the only person hurting, was her! Jenna remembered that moment all too well, as everyone simply stared at her like she was a freak. She may have only been five, but you couldn't miss the look the others had in their eyes. The fear, shock, and repulse. Even the teacher who had witnessed the entire situation, had the exact same look everyone else! Shelly started to cry again after that and Jenna remembered her saying, "Jenna's a monster! She's  weird!" You'd think they were just simple words with little harm. But back then when everything happening so quickly and everyone panicked and flustered. She had never felt more alone then.

  That day, after her incident. Everyone just turned their backs to pour their attention over onto Shelly, leaving her all alone, curled up in the playground. With the rest and the adults gone, the few kids who remained at the playground only started kicking at her, hurling insults and calling names , laughing at her. Her dress was all dirtied and crumpled around her. She didn't know how much time she spent at that playground. But ever since the day of her incident everyone started to avoid her. The kids gossiped and the teachers and parents all started talking amongst themselves. So she would go there everyday and sit at the same spot just sobbing and crying, waiting for someone to come approach her again. But it never happened. Except for that one day, in the midst of her sobbing and crying, she heard the shuffling of shoes against the rough sand around her and peeked her head out from under her arms. She spotted a pair of worn out black boat shoes and looked up, just as the man in those shoes crouched down to look at her. That was the first time she got to meet Dan. Maybe it was because she was so small then but had she known how psychotic Dan was, she would never have followed him here-wherever she was now.

  Dan adopted her that day. He essentially 'saved' her from the orphanage. He seemed nice. He did show more interest in her, which, she'd misread then as care - more than the people in orphanage - that much she could see. But she was so wrong. What she thought Dan had towards her - he merely saw her just as another one of his specimens, instead of showing her genuine care and concern. Actually, deep down then, she'd probably already known, but because of her wanting to be accepted , loved and cared for, she succumbed to Dan's pull.