Stories

Reality

"Some people say that abilities aren't real. That humans can't fly or shoot laser out of their eyes. That one can't read minds or transform into a desired object. What if I tell you that I've seen it with my own eyes.

I've seen people breaking the laws of gravity. People creating flora just by thinking about it. People that can get invisible and ones who are yet aren't there. I've seen the wonderful things these people can do, yet for others, they are a threat.

People say they don't belong here. They say the gifted ones should be experimented on to identify what makes them like that. To be able to find a cure for this curse. I had friends, but that was a long time ago. A time when I was free. When I could use my abilities without feeling like everyone hated me or was afraid of me. Those were the good days.

Now I'm trapped inside a building. One that I can't seem to break free. One that hasn't allowed me to see day light, or laughter, or even by with someone else but me. They inject me to keep me calm. I try to use my ability, but they say that I can't. I've tried multiple times but failed. I want to get out of here, to see my family, my kids, my husband, even the crazy neighbors dog. I lung for a day that I will be able to wear something besides this dreadful grey dress."

That was the last letter received from your mother. I loved her so much. I wish she were here to see how big you've gotten. Fifteen years locked inside that asylum. If she could only stop seeing things, she could be by our side today. I guess it got the best of her. Some say that she is dead, others say that she escaped that place, but can one escape that place? She was sedated at all times. She can't escape, can she??...