I shot up, almost hitting my head on the hard, concrete ceiling, but not quite. I quietly slipped down, off the top bunk, and onto the floor, which is identical to the ceiling, hard, gray, and concrete. I looked around me at the blank walls which made me wonder what it was like on the outside of them. I had tried so many times before to get out, but it was no use, I would always be locked up again, I would never be free. I paced around the room, wondering when my food would come. I had grown inhumanly skinny since I had been locked up, but I guess it didn't really matter, I'm not what others would consider normal. When I was born, whenever I cried, it rained, and when I was mad, there was thunder. When I was about 2, my father dropped me, and out of pain I guess I produced lightning, which struck my father in the heart, killing him. My mother, out of sadness, decided I wasn't fit to be around people, including her and my older brother, and until I was sixteen, I wasn't aloud out of my cell, but I had never before then. Let it get to me.
I heard footsteps outside my cell, and rushed to the door that was overrun with chains. I wanted to yell, scream, at least say something, but no words could escape the prison of a mouth that I had. It had finally got to me. I was going insane. I crumbled against the door, sobbing. I couldn't take it anymore. I need to be free. My emotions took control of my actions. A bolt of lighting struck the door, blasting it into a million pieces which pierced my skin, but I didn't care. I stormed out, tears still streaming down my face. I pushed aside butlers and maids as I made my way out of the castle. I swear I could hear my mother screaming at me, but between my sobbing, and my anger, I couldn't make out what she was saying.
I went from my stumbling walk to a full out sprint. I was wearing some old shorts that looked like they had gone through was, with my dad's old sweatshirt, I think it said Yale, but after me wearing it for 14 years, it was kind of hard to tell. Tears flooded my eyes, making my vision blurry. I managed to stumble a couple more steps, before tripping over my own feet, and onto some guy.
I was litterly on top of the guy, so I rolled off, and say up. He remained down, proboavly still in shock from our "incident" I wiped my eyes, and tried to pull myself together. "Sorry, I'm just kind of in a hurry." I managed a small smile. He laughed, "It's fine." And sat up. "Where are you going?" His eyebrows lifted,but in a way that let me know he actually was curious. "Well I don't really know," I sniffled, wiping my nose. "I'm kind of in a fight with my mom, and--" he cut me off. " you could stay with me?" I could the the sincerity in his eyes a he put a warm hand on my shoulder. "That's fine, I-I'll be good." I stood up, and offered him my hand. "I'm thinking of finding a place in the woods, or anywhere away from here, I just can't stand" I couldn't think of anything else to say. I stood up to leave when I felt an arm tug on my sweatshirt. "Wait I-" he said, but I declined, "no." I stared coldly into this kind guys eyes, and walked away. I didn't care. I never wanted to see him again. I felt the wind starting to pick up, and started running. And I swore on my life, I was never going back.
