One Way Home

Part I: Emotions

You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, bathing in your own sweat. You let out a sigh of relief when you realise it was just a dream. You've been having more and more nightmares recently, since the day you discovered it. You discovered you were one of them, a mutant. "Everything alright sweety?", you mom asks, slowly opening the door. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just another nightmare". Your mother now sits on the side of your bed. "You've been having a lot lately, haven't you?", she asks concered. "I don't know where they are coming from.", you lie. "Well, I'll let you sleep then. Good night". "Good night.", you said and she closed the door. Of course you knew where the nightmares were coming from, you just didn't want your parents to find out. Since the mutants appeared on the news your parents started hating them, just because they were different. Your parents thought is was an illness, something that had to be cured. You didn't have the guts to tell your parents, afraid that they would hate you. After you woke up you couldn't sleep again. You kept thinking about the future, what would happen to you if your parents found out. Hours passed, sunlight started to break though your curtains. Time to get up. You walk downstairs and open the fridge, grabbing milk, a bowl, and your favorite cereal. "You're up early.", your mom says, who was sitting at the kitchen table. "Couldn't sleep". You hear the sound of the news on the background. You freeze when you notice they were talking about mutants. "Stupid mutants.", your mother mumbles. You feel your heart starts pumping faster, and you breathe quicker. "They are criminals and should be put in prison. They only cause trouble in this society". Your bowl starts to shake, milk dropping out of it. "Not you...", your mother whispers with tears in her eyes. "How could you? How could you do this to us?"  "It's not like I chose to be like this!", you shout back, slamming the table. "Your father..."  "I don't care what he thinks of it! I can't do anything about this!", you shout. "Please... Just go. Stop this, just stop this!", your mom shouts. Tears stream down your cheek, everything around you shaking, almost like there was an earthquake. You see your father and brother noticed it and when they see you, your fathers face changes. Rage, anger, dissapointment. You could all feel it, his eyes staring at you. Your brother just looked concerned, feeling bad for you. "If you can't accept who I am, I can't accept you.", you say and walk out of the door, once outside you start running, your parents shouting after you. But you can't hear them, you keep running and running. What would people think? A 17 year old girl running the streets, crying, parents shouting after her.