by Lorelai A.
I open my eyes, and as I sit up I see I’m in some sort of laboratory. I see the wires and yank them out of my arm. “What happened?” I ask myself. I can seldom remember previous events that have happened, but all I know is I need to get out of here. I try to think of the fastest way out, when it hits me like a lightbulb flashed super bright: I can grab a chair, smash the window, and jump out. But I’m on the second floor, so maybe use this rope to help me down. I have never thought so fast in my life, almost like a computer has taken over my brain. That’s not possible. Is it? I find myself outside, and as I run out in my hospital gown, I hear sirens going off. People are looking: looking for me. I scatter, and my eyes instantly zoom in on a guard chasing full force at me. I start running, and turn around to put my hands up, when all of a sudden he’s thrusted into the air and he hits the ground hard. I stare in shock. “Di-did I just do that?” I ask myself while looking at my hands and moving my fingers. But before I can fully contemplate what happened, I see more guards running towards me. So I turned back around and ran far away, as the tears got pulled off my face.
Eventually I escape their grasp, and I run into a nearby small thrift store. I didn’t have any money on me, so I just took a random outfit to easily disguise myself, and changed in the bathroom. After I walk out of the stall, I stare at myself in the mirror longingly. With my new leather jacket, and my brand new paper-boy hat and my alarmingly pale face. I rip the tags off, and decide to cut my hair. “Those long locks, and my thick curly hair.” I said. But I reassured myself that this is what needs to be done. I look back into the mirror and see myself, I smirk admiring my new look, and open up the bathroom door to escape through the backdoor. Luckily, the cashier was too busy lighting up a cigarette to even notice me.
I walk outside and start to walk back home, wishing this was all a dream. But all the while… I am contemplating to myself: How was I able to throw someone? I didn’t even touch them that hard, but my hand had thrown them so far back. I don’t remember being that strong after all. My thoughts… seem more elaborate, and second nature. I am a human. Right? Of course I am. I mean, I do look like one after all. Continue reading Story of Mystery