Origin of Sapphire Wilson

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 6 years old and my father had just created a new machine, that can give anyone any abilities they want. He wanted to test it out on me. My mom started to fight with him about it.

Me and my sister watched the fight until a gun shot rang. My mother fell to the ground after my dad shot her. He then walked to me and put me in a chair in front of the machine. I was scared so I didn't move.

As soon as the beam hit me I felt an intense pain. I couldn't move. Soon the pain ended and it was my sister's turn.

My father walked to her but she refused. I got out of the seat like I was told. My sister got put there but she got up. Another gunshot rang out as my sister was shot. Her dead body fell to the ground.

Tears formed in my eyes. My father walked to me and put a hand on my shoulder. He then said "they would have weighed you down. You should be glad they are gone"

I couldn't believe what I just heard. But I just nodded to him. I was too scared to protest. I didn't want to get shot just like my mom and sister.

A year later my harsh training had started. I was pushed to learn to control my powers. I discovered that I could control and manipulate fire and control rocks and pebbles. I also could heal anyone who needed it except myself. But I learned what my weakness was the hard way. Any rock that I had controlled, gets broke or crushed, can cause me pain.

My father of course used this to his advantage during all our training sessions.

After I hit the age of thinking I can do whatever I want is when things got worse. Every time I would back talk was these things he calls "punishments". But I call it torture. He would hit, punch, kick, and other things. I would gain bruises and marks all over my body from this.

I soon learned to try and not talk back and listen to everything I'm told. But when I start to accidentally do something wrong is another "punishment" or torture.

At this point I knew I had to leave. But I couldn't. I was too scared. And up to this point. I'm still too scared to leave. Everything inside and around me feels like darkness.

How much more am I able to take?