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    Prologue

    Everyone takes the little things for granted, like being able to feed yourself and unlimited movement. Or being able to breathe fresh air or seeing the sun. I haven’t done any of these things in almost a year.
    The second I sent things flying I was put in this stupid white, padded room. I wasn’t crazy or unstable, it wasn’t necessary to lock me away.
    It wasn’t even my fault. I’d told Ruby time and again that I had a phobia of touch. Yet she ignored me every time. This time I had lost it. She’d wrapped her around me in a hug and I literally sent her flying across the room. Then tables and chairs started flying.
    I found out I had telekinesis when I was eleven. I’ve never shown people in fear that I would be taken to some kind of science lab for testing, but I couldn’t control myself and snapped.
    When the guards saw all of the objects flying I was tackled. I was out a few minutes later because I panicked being touched by so many people and I woke up in this stupid, white, windowless padded room.
    I can’t feed myself because I’m constantly in a strait jacket. They’re all afraid I’m going to attack them and think my powers come from my hands. If only they knew that my powers came from my mind. They also have me on heavy sedatives. On good days I can barely feel my powers.
    I was also given limited movement. I didn’t leave my padded room often. If I did it was in shackles. There was a toilet and a small shower in the room. I had to have a person with me whenever I needed to use the bathroom or when I showered. Using the bathroom and taking a shower were the only two instances when I was allowed to be without the strait jacket when I was inside the padded room.
    Most of the time I wasn’t allowed to leave the padded room for good behavior. I was allowed out of the room only if they were feeling really nice, which was rarely never. I was taken out in shackles and surrounded by guards.
    Even when I was allowed out of the padded room it was just to another room that had a TV, some books and an old computer. There wasn’t even a window for me to look outside. I wasn’t allowed to use the computer but sometimes they let me out of the strait jacket to let me read. Most of the time I just watched TV.
    Since there weren’t windows in any of the rooms I spent my time in I haven’t seen the sun and since I haven’t been outside in almost a year I bet I looked as pale as an albino or a vampire. I wasn’t a monster, but I guess that’s what I get for being different. Or more specifically, that’s what I get for being a telekinetic.


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    Episode 1
    Everyone takes the little things for granted, like being able to feed yourself and unlimited movement. Or being able to breathe fresh air or seeing the sun. I haven’t done any of these things in almost a year.
    The second I sent things flying I was put in this stupid white, padded room. I wasn’t crazy or unstable, it wasn’t necessary to lock me away.
    It wasn’t even my fault. I’d told Ruby time and again that I had a phobia of touch. Yet she ignored me every time. This time I had lost it. She’d wrapped her around me in a hug and I literally sent her flying across the room. Then tables and chairs started flying.
    I found out I had telekinesis when I was eleven. I’ve never shown people in fear that I would be taken to some kind of science lab for testing, but I couldn’t control myself and snapped.
    When the guards saw all of the objects flying I was tackled. I was out a few minutes later because I panicked being touched by so many people and I woke up in this stupid, white, windowless padded room.
    I can’t feed myself because I’m constantly in a strait jacket. They’re all afraid I’m going to attack them and think my powers come from my hands. If only they knew that my powers came from my mind. They also have me on heavy sedatives. On good days I can barely feel my powers.
    I was also given limited movement. I didn’t leave my padded room often. If I did it was in shackles. There was a toilet and a small shower in the room. I had to have a person with me whenever I needed to use the bathroom or when I showered. Using the bathroom and taking a shower were the only two instances when I was allowed to be without the strait jacket when I was inside the padded room.
    Most of the time I wasn’t allowed to leave the padded room for good behavior. I was allowed out of the room only if they were feeling really nice, which was rarely never. I was taken out in shackles and surrounded by guards.
    Even when I was allowed out of the padded room it was just to another room that had a TV, some books and an old computer. There wasn’t even a window for me to look outside. I wasn’t allowed to use the computer but sometimes they let me out of the strait jacket to let me read. Most of the time I just watched TV.
    Since there weren’t windows in any of the rooms I spent my time in I haven’t seen the sun and since I haven’t been outside in almost a year I bet I looked as pale as an albino or a vampire. I wasn’t a monster, but I guess that’s what I get for being different. Or more specifically, that’s what I get for being a telekinetic.
    Want to know the worst part? When this whole thing went down I only had two more weeks in juvie. I had been so ready to get out of there. The only reason I was even in there was because some stupid b---h couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
    Obviously I wasn’t human, so when I took drugs they didn’t work on me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t sell them every once in a while. Well, one day I’d gone in place of someone else to make a deal. I’d given the girl her drugs and a few days later I was being picked up for drug dealing because she was a f-----g tattle tale. She didn’t even have to go to jail. She just had to do some community service for a few months.
    All I have to say is when I get out of here, because it’s not about if it’s about when I get out of here, she’s going to pay.
    Even though I was confident I was going to get out of here, sometimes my hope was nonexistent. I hated being cooped up like this, dependent on other people. I hated being watched like an animal. I hated when they took my blood to see if they could find something that made me the way I am. I hated when they hooked machines up to me to see if something in my brain made me the way I am.
    In reality I hated all of them and if I wasn’t so doped up on enough sedatives to kill a horse I would totally kill every single one of these assholes.
    This place also had any kind of psychologist and therapist come talk to me. They wanted to know everything about me. They want to know about my past, my family, and my gang relations. They want to know if I know why I am the way I am.
    Too bad I was an orphan, too bad I couldn’t remember my past, too bad I would never tell them about my gang relations, and too bad I had no idea why I was the way I was. They didn’t believe a word that came out of my mouth, so technically I could tell them anything. But I was a good little supernatural and I never lied to them. Just because I wasn’t going to lie didn’t mean I was going to tell them everything. My life was my business and they were not going to be given a play by play.
    Some of them think I’m insane. Honestly I wasn’t, but if I had to spend the rest of my life in this d--n place, I was going to go insane.
    I tensed when I heard the door open and cracked my eyes open. It was never good when someone walked in. I didn’t want another therapy session.
    I heard the person gasp and almost smirked. They were probably new. The newbies were always surprised when they saw me, especially the strait jacket. I mean you don’t see a girl in a strait jacket every day.
    “Jinx, you have a visitor,” said an annoying voice. I frowned. I hated Mr. Jones. He was a complete d--k.
    “Who is it?” I asked without looking over at them. I didn’t really care, it’s not like I was actually going to talk to them.
    “This is Ms. Jenny Kyles, she’s here to talk to you for a school project,” he told me. School project? What kind of loser comes to talk to a prisoner for a school project? She kind of makes me want to punch her in the face. If only I had my arms.
    “Aren’t you going to say hello?” Mr. Jones asked in a mocking voice. No scratch that, he made me want to punch him in the face. I didn’t care what Ms. Jenny Kyles wanted to do.
    I turned my head towards the door and saw her standing there with Mr. Jones. Her grey eyes were wide open, like she’s never seen a person in a strait jacket before. A lot of the doctors I saw thought I was schizophrenic, some even thought I was bipolar, but my favorite were the ones who thought I had multiple personality disorder. I loved playing along with that one because it freaked them out so much.
    I promise, I’m not crazy…much.
    Ms. Jenny Kyles was a little bit taller than me, maybe 5’4″ or 5’5″, with blonde hair. Right now that blonde hair was up in a tight bun. Honestly, it looked like it hurt. She was wearing a blue pencil skirt with a tucked in white button down and red pumps. Her makeup looked like it was done professionally.
    I could tell that she was nervous and it made me smile. Her eyes wondered around the padded room and I found myself wondering what she thought. Did she imagine herself in here? Could she imagine the pain of being confined in a strait jacket for almost a year? Could she imagine the misery of never seeing the sun or the moon, or bring able to breathe fresh air?
    I bet she couldn’t. No one could imagine that type of pain. You only knew that type of pain when you actually experienced it.
    She tensed when she realized that I was staring at her and I grinned at her. She looked over at Mr. Jones and he lowered his eyes at me threateningly and I rolled mine before sighing.
    “You want to study me Ms. Kyles?” I asked her raising an eyebrow. A blush broke out on her cheeks and down her neck. Maybe I could scare her out of this.
    “Ms. Kyles would like to ask you some questions Jinx,” Mr. Jones snapped. I looked back over at him and glared.
    “And if I don’t want to answer the questions?” I hissed at him. Ms. Kyles tensed up and Mr. Jones stepped closer to me.
    “You’re going to answer the questions Jinx,” he said clenching his fists. He always got like this. He thought he could control these sessions. If I didn’t want to talk then I wasn’t going to talk. Everybody already controlled everything else I did.
    “I’m not an experiment, and I refuse to be treated like one. So if she wants to study someone, maybe she should go find someone who’s actually crazy and not just someone who is being kept here against their will,” I growled at him. Ms. Kyles’ eyes widened and I glared at her. She shrunk into herself nervously and I fought to keep the grin from my face. I hope she ran out of this room screaming, that would be entertaining.
    “You attacked…”
    “Yea, I did, so you could have added the offence to my sentence, which should have ended months ago, but here I am, in a padded room, in a strait jacket, treated like I’m about to go off the deep end!” I yelled at him. He made me so angry sometimes! When I got out of here he was going to be the first person I went after.
    “You have gone off the deep end!” he yelled at me. Please, he wishes I’d gone off the deep end. If he would have seen me a few years ago then he would have some really reasons to be worried. My stunt in juvie a year ago was nothing.
    “Oh really, and when did that happen because I don’t seem to remember!” I yelled back.
    “I don’t have time for this. If you’re not going to answer Ms. Kyles’ questions then she’s going to leave,” he threatened. Like I cared. It’s not like we were going to have a conversation I wanted to be involved in.
    “I don’t care if she leaves,” I said rolling my eyes.
    “You won’t be getting any more human contact anytime soon, so you might want to take this opportunity,” he said emphasizing the human part. See what I mean, he’s a complete d--k!
    What he said wasn’t even true. I would have to use the bathroom eventually, and I showered every night so I would be seeing someone soon. Someone would also have to come and feed me since I was getting pretty hungry.
    I hated how they treated me like I was an animal, but I knew it was just because they were afraid of me. But that didn’t change anything, because I was still a person and I had rights. I guess I just thought society was better than this. I guess I was wrong.
    “I think I’ll pass,” I told him annoyed. Mr. Jones sighed and looked over at Ms. Kyles, who looked thoroughly disappointed about not being able to talk to me. I don’t see what she was so disappointed. I clearly wasn’t a very nice person and you could probably feel my rebellious nature oozing from my body, so it’s not like I would have taken her questions seriously anyway.
    “It was very nice meeting you Jinx,” Ms. Kyles said softly and I rolled my eyes. I’m sure it was. I would never want to meet myself. I know what an a-----e I am.
    Her voice kind of reminded me of bells. It was oddly comforting. She really needed to leave.
    “If you change your mind about seeing me, just tell Mr. Jones and I’ll come back,” she said with a small smile. Yea, like that would happen. Why would I bring back a psych student to psychoanalyze me? I shrugged in response so that she would leave and she nodded before turning to look at Mr. Jones. I really, really hate him. I hate him so much that in my free time I imagine different ways that I could kill him. I’ve gotten pretty creative.
    Mr. Jones extended his arm towards the door and Ms. Kyles walked out. Before he closed the door he gave me the evilest of looks, that if I were a mere mortal I would be cowering on the floor in fear. But I wasn’t a mere mortal and I didn’t feel fear often, so I just looked back at him with my eyebrow raised. If I didn’t have my strait jacket on, he would have gotten the finger. He clenched his jaw in fury before slamming the door. Well wasn’t that visit productive?
    It was lunch time and I was waiting for one of my nurses to come and feed me. I really hated having to depend on people.
    Like clockwork I heard my door unlock and Minnie walked through with a small smile on her face. She wasn’t too bad. She was actually one of the few people I tolerated.
    “Hi Jinx,” she said in her usually peppy voice. She was wearing scrubs, light green scrubs. It looked good with her dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her hair was up in a bun, like always. The workers were required to wear their hair up because some of the inmates liked to pull hair.
    Minnie got engaged recently. She told me last week, after telling me all about her boyfriend. He was a lawyer, and she planned on having her wedding in the spring at his family’s ranch. I’ve never been to a ranch before. She promised me pictures.
    “Its Thanksgiving today Jinx, so the cooks thought they’d give you a traditional meal. The cooks made some turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, all that good stuff,” she said grinning. I just shrugged.
    “Have you never celebrated Thanksgiving before?” she asked me shocked. I blinked before shaking my head. I was an orphan, none of the people I lived with every really cared. They probably didn’t even have enough money to afford Thanksgiving food.
    Most of the time I wasn’t even at my foster home. I spent most of my time with the gang. I don’t know if I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family since I didn’t remember the first ten years of my life. The doctors called it retrograde amnesia.
    When I was ten years old I was found wondering in a forest in Colorado. Well, that’s the age the experts said I was. I was malnourished and injured and didn’t remember a thing so technically I might not have even been ten.
    I don’t even remember being found in the forest. A family found me, and they brought me to the hospital and there I fell into a comma. When I woke up I didn’t remember anything and I didn’t even know my own name. Waking up is the first memory I have. I’ve had to make new memories since then.
    I stayed in the hospital until I was healthy. I had multiple broken more, bruises and cuts so it took a few months. No one had claimed me and so I was put into the system.
    I had to see a therapist and I was diagnosed with a laundry list of psychological disorders: PTSD, retrograde amnesia, extreme anxiety, haphephobia, claustrophobia, and lygophobia.
    I started having nightmares the first time I went to sleep. I never remember them but the extreme terror I experience makes me never want to sleep again. When I was discharged there was one time I forced myself to stay awake so that I wouldn’t have the nightmares.
    I was taken to the hospital for extreme exhaustion and they had to tranquilize me so that I could go to sleep. They gave me sleep medication to get me to sleep but nothing they did made the nightmares go away.
    I’ve tried to kill myself multiple times but I’ve never been to a psych ward. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I’m in one now. It wasn’t even for any of my human tendencies.
    “How have you never celebrated Thanksgiving? I know you lived in a foster home but they must have celebrated it,” Minnie said stunned.
    “I didn’t spend a lot of time there, and as I got older they stopped caring. They were lucky if I slept there,” I told her shrugging. She gave me a disapproving look and I just opened my mouth so that she could feed me. The quicker I finished my lunch, the quicker she would leave. As you could see I wasn’t a very talkative person. I was also starving.
    I didn’t have breakfast this morning; the nurse who fed me in the morning despised me for some reason. She sometimes “forgot” to come and feed me. She was such a b---h.
    “After this I’ll be going home to my fiancé and we’ll be having dinner with his family,” she said grinning. I could tell she was excited. She claimed to love this guy.
    I didn’t know what love felt like, but it was a weak emotion to feel. From what I’ve seen of it, it makes you vulnerable and stupid. Love makes you do things that you wouldn’t normally do. It was better to be on your own, because then you only had to be worried about one person.
    Minnie’s fiancé and his family were rich. I used to wish I came from a rich family so that I could have whatever I wanted, but I didn’t wish for much anymore. I got over not having a family. I wouldn’t want a family to want me anyway. I wasn’t worthy of a family. I had serious issues and they didn’t need to live with that.
    “I heard that a psych student wanted to talk to you today,” Minnie said changing the subject when I didn’t comment on her having dinner with her fiancé and his family.
    I snapped out of my daydream and rolled my eyes as I chewed what she fed me.
    “Yea, Ms. Kyles,” I said annoyed.
    “Why didn’t you want to talk to her?” she asked me cautiously. She was privy to some of my anger outbursts so she was cautious whenever she asked me something she thought would upset me. If she was so in tune to my feelings, why does she ask the questions?
    “Because I’m not crazy and she wanted to interview a crazy person,” I said sighing.
    “I see, well I don’t think you’re crazy Jinx,” she said smiling softly at me. Sometimes I believe her when she tells me that, other times I just think she’s bullshitting me so that I don’t lash out at her. It was a smart move.
    “If only everyone had the same opinion as you,” I said rolling my eyes. She gave me a sad smile and we finished the rest of my meal in silence.
    “I convinced Mr. Jones to let you out to watch some TV, so after your shower they’re going to give you some free time in the activity room. You’ll be able to read or watch TV,” she told me shrugging. I looked over at her and she had a hopeful look in her eyes.
    I know what that look was for. She wanted me to show some kind of emotion besides anger or no emotion at all, like I was right now. I blinked for a second and her smile slowly started to fall.
    “I guess I should thank you,” I told her.
    “Oh it was nothing, I just told him that you’d been on your best behavior and I thought you deserved it,” she said shrugging. I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. I didn’t think I’ve ever been on my “best behavior” before. I wonder what was considered “best behavior.”
    “I hope you have fun with your fiancé and his family,” I told her and she brightened up, just like every other time she talked about him. It was kind of sickening.
    “I will and I hope you have fun outside of this room. Make sure you listen to Mr. Jones or whoever watches you, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” she warned. Sometimes it felt like she was my mother, even though I was nineteen. I guess better late than never. The thing was, I didn’t want a mother. If my own mother didn’t want me then I didn’t want another.
    She kissed me softly on my hair and I tensed. She always did this, showed me affection. I didn’t really like it, it made me feel uncomfortable and with my fear of being touched it made everything worse.
    “Be good,” she said waving before walking towards the door. I watched her leave before laying back on my bed. I guess I would have to wait another hour until I was allowed to shower. I was kind of looking forward to this free time.
    I finished drying my hair before putting on the white pants and shirt they gave me to wear. The undergarments were white cotton. I didn’t look very attractive in this outfit. Well, it’s not like anyone attractive was going to see me.
    I put my hair up in a ponytail before walking towards the female guard. Only female guards were allowed in my padded room when I was using the bathroom or showering. She took the towel from me before shackling me. Since I was leaving the room and getting relax time I was allowed to go without the strait jacket. I was also given another dose of the sedatives, so they weren’t too nervous. I felt like a convict with the handcuffs around my wrists and ankles.
    I looked down at the woman’s head as she checked my cuffs. I could attack her in the position she was in right now but I didn’t think the others would react well to that.
    I didn’t like her very much. Her name was Jordan and she had light brown hair, always in a braid, and blue eyes. Her blue eyes were the only part about her that I liked, and that was only because I liked blue eyes.
    She was wearing her security uniform, and it looked to be a size or two too small. Who was she trying to impress? She was a little on the heavy side and her shortness didn’t exactly help her. She didn’t wear makeup often, but when she did it looked like a toddler did it. I could do her makeup better blindfolded.
    “I was told you get free time,” she said amused. I hated her voice. She always sounded like she was making fun of me, or like she was better than me, she wasn’t. She worked in a correctional facility as a security guard, who wants to do that?
    “I just go where people take me,” I told her in a monotone. She smirked a little at me and I just wanted to deck her.
    “Let’s go,” she said yanking on my chains. I almost tripped but I caught myself on the wall.
    The whole way to the activity center I pictured different ways I could kill her. If only I could act out these fantasies.
    She unlocked a door and ushered me in before locking it behind us. There were two other guards in the room, both of them males. I didn’t know either of them but they both disliked me immediately. They clearly knew who I was-the crazy freak.
    “You have an hour and a half, use it wisely,” Jordan said annoyed before walking over to one of the other guards.
    I looked around the room. It was one of the smaller activity centers. Towards the back there was a TV on top of a table up against the wall, a wraparound couch in front of it, with a small table in the center.
    To the right there were some computers and a small little library area. I’d been in here before; it wasn’t any better than being in my padded room. There were no windows and the walls were white. I knew it would be a pain to try and read with the cuffs on my fingers.
    Maybe they would let me take some books back to my room and let me out of my straight jacket for a while. They’ve allowed me to do that a few times.
    I walked over to the TV area and sat down on the cushion directly in front of the TV. I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. I left it on whatever channel it was already on, cartoon network. I didn’t really like the shows on here, but I didn’t feel like wasting my time flipping through channels.
    A movie was on, “Percy Jackson and the Olympians.” I’ve never seen it before, but I’ve heard of it.
    I sat back, putting my feet up on the table in front of me and relaxed. I could hear the guards talking quietly behind me. My senses were better than human senses, which came in handy sometimes.
    I concentrated on the movie and found myself enjoying it. Percy Jackson was quite amusing.
    It was at a good part and I laughed out loud, when all of a sudden the lights went out. I screamed immediately and covered my face.
    My breathing picked up and I felt faint. I heard the guards cursing behind me and then I heard three thuds. I tensed and held my breath. I was going to die.

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    Just in case people don’t know what some of these things mean: PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), retrograde amnesia (a loss of memory access to events that occurred or something that was learned before a traumatic experience), extreme anxiety, haphephobia (fear of touch), claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), and lygophobia (fear of the dark).

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    new story here @kemkit @donyas

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    @holykruzz I Don land

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    Oya continue

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