Not Enough Time

Part 1

"Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters."

Petra

(Tick, tock tick tock tick tock)

I wanted to smash the clock into a million pieces.

"Miss Anderson, you disappeared from your cell last night.

"Yeah? I wanted a drink."

Doctor Galsteen sighed. "How did you get out of your cell?"

I sipped on the tasteless water, ready to hear another answer scoffed at.
"Magic."

I shot a glance at him, his thick perfect brows furrowed slightly, casting eery shadows over his oak eyes and bulky face. He looked more like a model than a therapist.

"Would you like to show me?"

I almost laughed at this man. Week after week he thought he'd get it out of me. Damn fool. Doctor Galsteen had no idea what he was talking about.

"I only show wizards. Like me."

I cursed at myself in my head. This poor man was under the boot of my amusement. And I would pay the price dearly later. Faintly I heard him ask a question but I was lost in my thoughts. The crisp white couch I was sitting on was too perfect. Like her. Everything in this room reminded me of her. The white walls, the white furniture, the white clock on the Snow White table, the white heels matched with white jewelry and you guessed it, white hair. The dreadful woman who raised me, sometimes it even seemed like the color of her eyes was white. I wasn't the child she wanted, I wasn't perfect and crisp like her world was. I remember the night I told her about the strange things happening to me. When I turned 9. I was in one room, then another, then another. Until I was sobbing and sprawled on her crisp white floor. What would a mother do? Obviously take her daughter to the mental ward.
How she convinced them to take me? I'll never know. All I know is that these things happening to me have gotten stronger, and far more amusing.

When I turned 9, I got teleportation.

When I turned 12, I could read minds.

And now, today, on my 15th birthday, I can stop time.

"Well?"

I heard Doctor Galsteen speak somewhere far off, and soon my eyes wormed their way back out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, good doctor, what did I miss?"

I've had it with this child!

I could have giggled at his thought. It was true, I was making it difficult for this therapist to weasel his way into my head.

"I asked if you would tell me more about last night."

Leaning forward, pretending to be serious I felt his anticipation as I opened my mouth.

"I escaped with my magic. Went to the Floor 7 kitchen, grabbed 8 bags of M&M's, a giant glass of sparkling cider and went back to my cell."

A vein as large as Australia pressed against the skin on his forehead, so hard I thought it would pop. His jaw clenched and his hands made the clipboard quiver under his grasp.

"I'm fully aware of what you did, I need to know how you did it."

"What fun would that be?"

"If you do not tell me, Miss Anderson, I am going to have the security on your room tripled. And your M&M late night visits will be no more."