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I dont want to be what I am.
I dont want to have what I have.
I dont want to do what I can do.
I want a normal life, with a normal house and a normal family.
I want to go to college, hang out with friends and be a normal 19 year old.
Unfortunately, the world doesn't give a shit what I want. It shoved me into a life that I never asked for.
I remember the day it all changed. How could I forget? The day my parents made it crystal clear just how much they hated me. I dont blame them, being called the 'freak family' takes its toll.
They didnt know how to react when their daughter started playing with glowing orbs of dark matter in the living room.
They didnt know what to do when their kid started developing new, strange powers.
They didnt know what to do when their own child woke up crying every night because of the intense pain and hallucinations she was having.
They didn't know that the kind stranger was really a monster.
They didn't know.
But who could blame them, right? I mean, when your kid starts doing sci-fi shit instead of playing with dolls, its going to be alarming. You can, however, blame them for their reaction. They didn't even try to hide the fact that they were scared of their own child. They didn't ask for a child that was more powerful than them, but they made damn well sure she knew she was unwanted.
At least the parents in the sci-fi hero movies I watched died. Mine stayed alive. Mine stayed alive
and sold me to a secret organization that claimed they cold fix me.
When a very charismatic and very rich man approached them, offering to free them from their nickname, their "special" daughter, and all their burdens, my parents couldn't refuse. The man said that I would be "put to good use", whatever the hell that means. I was raised without parents, in a cold, unfeeling environment. I'd like to think it was a better life than being raised in a home where my own parents were terrified of me. I try to think of the positives (what very few there are). Sadly, if someone goes out, offering a huge sum of money for a little girl with uncontrollable powers, they don't usually plan to take those abilities away and "heal" them. People always have an ulterior motive, I learned that one real quick. I really try to forget everything that happened after my parents gave up on me. I wish my parents had met some tragic death like Batman's. Now, that sounds awful, right? Hear me out, if my parents were dead, I wouldn't have ever gotten into the mess I'm in now. I never would have become the monster I am now. I never would have even made it to 19. I guess I have to give them some credit, the kind of people im going to meet apparently don't trust someone without a dark side. Maybe my mysterious past will be a selling point. Or just another reason for them to hate me.
I try to forget why my parents didn't want me. I try to forget all the terrible things I've done. Which, is why I'm wondering....
why the hell am I sitting in this car?