Don't Be Afraid

Don't Be Afraid

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Beep. Beep. Beep... Beep. Beep. Beep... "Stop it". I whispered Beep. Beep. Beep... Beep. Beep. Beep... "stop that" I said normally. Beep. Beep. Beep... "SHUT IT OFF" I screamed loudly and used my hands to throw the annoying machine across the room. I saw it broke into millions of tiny pieces. I felt powerful. I loved the feeling of my powers running thru me. I examined the room. It was very white. Am I in heaven? I got off the bed and went inside the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My brown hair was messy. My green eyes were red. I looked scared but I felt excited. I went back in the room and lay exactly the same I was mins ago. Doctors rushed in the room and a nurse had a needle in her hands. I was horrified. I pulled my hand out and use my power to create a shield to protect me. The doctors were trying to get through but couldn't. They all went except one. He had black hair and light brown eyes. He came closer to me and was smiling at me. I felt like I trusted him so I let my shield down...
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I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.

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