Storm.

Chapter 4

I wake up again, sadly. A part of me wakes up wanting to be in the orphanage, with Sam by my side. But I open my eyes to realize I'm in the same white room as before, only now I'm untied.

I sit in the bed and look at the window. It's uncovered now.

I stand up and look outside. Five rooms just like mine are around me. A woman and a little boy occupy two of the rooms. The other two are empty.

I knock on the window waiting for them to hear me, but they don't seem to move. What is this? Some kind of hospital? What are they going to do with me?

I woman and two men suddenly appear through a door and walk towards me, they stay on the other side of the window.

"Olivia, you must have so many questions. And luckly for you I'm here to answer them all." She speaks through a speaker.

"Where am I?" I say.

"Nevada, that's all I can say. This is a laboratory, for confidential reasons I cannot tell you the name, but I promise you'll be safe here. You were brought here after the government called us letting us know you were doing some 'strange things'." She smiles and I look at her confused. Why is everyone here so damn happy?

"Who are they?" I say pointing at the woman and the boy.

"Oh, of course, your rommates." She continues to smile. She has to be kidding me. "She is Anne, she is 40 years old. Let's just say she can control the weather. And Will, 4 years old, long story short, he can absorb electricity." This isn't real. This can't be real. All of a sudden people have, what? Super powers? And if that us what they are, I'm sure mine isn't.

"I want to go." I say firmly.

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave for now." I feel the tears in my eyes.

"Why not? I want to leave!" I say crying even harder.

"We are worried that if you leave right now, you may be a danger to the world. But with time, when you get better, you'll be out." I almost fall to the floor. I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them this will all be another nightmare.

It's not. It's real.

And I accept what I are. A monster. And maybe she is right. I am dangerous to the world. I am a monster so I should be locked.

I clean the tears in my eyes and calm down.

"You'll be able to go out to eat with the other patients. You also have recreation time at 4:00 pm every monday, wednesday and friday. Laboratory checks will be made whenever you doctor asks to. You'll be monitored while you do everything, when you shower, eat, talk, even when you breathe. Every step you take and any false movement and consequences will be applied." Her voice turned from nice to scary. She now talks like she could kill me anytime, I know she could. "I need you to say yes so that I know you understand."

"Yes, I understand." My voice comes out shaky and weak. I feel disgutsed with myself. 

"Very well then. Welcome. I hope you have a nice stay."

She leaves and I am alone again. I sit back in bed and take in everything that just happened. How did I ended up here?

I look through the window to the little boy. He's looking at me, so I give him a smile. He returns the smile and sits by the window.

"What's your name?" He mouths.

I get in his mind.

"Olivia." I say. He opens his eyes in surprise and smiles. I notice the walls are probably made of something very thick, or a speciall material even, it's hard for me to get it through, but I manage. 

"That's so cool!" He mouths. I smile and sit again. I notice a note in the desk and I read it.

Looking forward to getting to know you more, welcome home, little girl.

Dr. Weinster.

I take the note and break it into two. He is the person I hate the most in the world. Why is he getting pleasure out of my suffering? If I don't watch myself, he might end up killing me one day. And if there's something I know, is that this isn't my home. I may have never known my real home, or my real family, but if there's something I'm sure of is that this isn't it. This isn't home. 

I decide to leave my thoughts apart and not think now if I don't want to end up crying again. Everything happened so fast I haven't even processed it. I think about Sam. I never told her I didn't wanted to kill her, I never apologized, I never thanked her for being the best friend anyone could ever have. And now all I have is the echo of her laugh, and the terrified face she had when she woke up to me hurting her, I never meant for that to happen. And so I hold on to that feeling of her laugh hopping I'll never forget it. Hopping I'll never forget the one good thing I ever had. 

To my surprise, there is a little notebook in the table with a pen. So my first instinct is to open it and seeing the pages blank, makes me wanna start writing, so I do. I write whatever comes to my mind. 

My dear Sam, you deserve so much more than what you have now, you deserve everything beautiful in the world, you deserve a beautiful family with beautiful parents who'll love you like their own. You're the only one who ever made me laugh, sincerely laugh. And now I may never see you again. But maybe you're better off without me. Without me waking you up every night. You'll move on to bigger things and I'll move on to be... a laboratory experiment.

That's what I am now. An experiment of this horrible fucked up world.

Please never forget me, I know I won't.

And even though she will never see this, I sleep with the thought that she somehow knows.