The need of escape

Chapter 1

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! The wasn't suppose to happen! No, he did it wrong! He didn't listen to me!" A woman stomped around the room, furious at what she had just watched on the monitor. She had thrown a rubber cup to the other side of the padded, dark room. The only thing lighting the room was the small TV screen that was tuned into the news. A food tray was set down in the dim light of the TV. The room was small, giving the woman hardly any room to release her anger. From the cup that was thrown, had a pool of reddish black goo forming around it . There was electricity cracking, snapping and popping from the woman's hands and it had shown a bright yellow with a hint of golden and electric blue. She had punched the wall as hard as she could, but as much as the electricity want to escape from the woman's body, the rubber walls would not allow it.

There was a loud bang on the other side of what seem to be an outline of a door. "Hey! Calm down in there!" A woman yelled from outside.
The electricity snapped quieter in her hand, shocked from the unknown lady's voice.
"Oh, that's right they replaced the other guy." She watched the electricity retreat back into her body. I will have to release this energy soon. Well in a couple of days at least or I'll start getting spasms, she thought. She say against the wall and signed while cracking her neck, with the sound of electricity charging and sparking replacing the cracking. Or I could try and do yoga or meditate like the doctor said to. She gave the thought a couple more seconds to think about it in the near silent room. Than she broke out laughing. "Listen to that old freak?! No way!" She continued to laugh "Oh, I crack myself up." She took a deep breath relaxing from her brief episode of laughter and her smile quickly turns into a frown as the talking of the man on the TV news catches her attention. "Oh," she glared at the TV "You're still," she takes a step to the TV and steps in her gooey drink. "Now that's just disgusting." She stares at her barefoot as it is drowned in the goo. "Great going. Throwing your disgusting, oil-tasting, fart smelling, black and red drink across the room." She stares at her foot and the too longer in silence. "Very smart of you." She cursed the drink with a death glare.
She called out to the guard outside "Hey! I need a clean up in here and another drink!"
"No way." The woman called in
"What?!" She stared at the door, a roaring thunder started to rise from her chest to her throat. "What do you mean?"
"You already had a drink and we would have to open the door and take you out to clean your room." The woman outside paused giving a small, quiet chuckle. "That would give you the chance to run away."
The thunder rumbling in the woman became louder and the TV started staticing. Damn these people they always are one step ahead of me. She thought. The rumbling continued until the door opened blinding her.