My finger runs down the rim of my metal bed until I feel my skin cut. I look at my pointer finger and see blood running down my finger. I stand up and walk over to the wall across from my bed. Using that color, I put a slash mark across the 73rd group of four lines and circle it. Today I turn fourteen.
I then wipe the blood off on the floor under my bed and go back to my position against the wall, relaxing my head against the wall.
There's a banging at my door. It startles me a little bit but I stand up and walk over to the door. The mini window thing slides open and there's Sergeant Graham on the other side of the door.
"Happy birthday, Destructo." He says to me.
"For the millionth time, it's Courtney." I tell him. He gives me a disapproving laugh from the other side of the thick steel door.
"I don't care if it's Karol or Bèbè, you're destructive. No matter how old or how young you are, you are a danger to society." Sergeant Graham reminds me.
"That's the same thing you told me a year ago." I sighed. "Just give me the slob."
"Well, according the the government, no matter how dangerous you are we have to give you the proper nutritions because you're just a kid. But since it's your birthday, we decided to cut back on the slob for today." Sergeant Graham admitted and slid a peanut butter sandwich through the little door.
"How kind." I smiled and took the sandwich from him. "Well thank you. It was a nice chat."
"Nice chatting with you too." He smirked and slammed the tiny door shut. I took a bite of my sandwich and felt joy run through my body. I've eaten slop, three times a day, for the past year. So being able to eat a normal thing again felt really good.
Once I finished it I huddle in the corner on top of my bed. I hugged my knees, which were covered by the typical orange pants, which perfectly matched my plain white t-shirt.
I was freezing cold in my cell. It was August, so the AC was blasting. My room had to be sixty degrees or something, which is cold without anything to cover you. So long story short: I was freezing.
So when my arms started to feel really hot, I knew what was up. I looked down at my hands. They were turning an electric blue.
I never know what to do in these situations. I always just panic. Blue sparks started flying out of my hand and onto the wall, adding even more burn marks on them.
I just stared at my hands as I got off my bed and stood in the middle of the room. I tried my best to control it, but I just couldn't. My powers have a mind of their own. They activate whenever they want, and then once they are they do whatever they want.
A heard a stampede of heavy boots flood towards my door. Soon the heavy metal door flung open and a bunch of men in black bullet proof suits and black helmets flooded around me. Each gun was pointed towards my head, ready to take me out at any point.
"Please help." I said, right before a man grabbed my collar bone from behind me to try and hold me still. Then he stabbed a white plastic stick with a needle at the end into the side of my neck.
"Please." I muttered once more as the room became fuzzy and dim, and my body felt extremely numb. Eventually everything went black and I felt my body hit concrete.
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I awoke, however many hours later. It typically ends up being three or so. But everything was the usual when I woke up. I woke up laying on the floor of my cell. My neck was in extreme pain, which made my neck hard to move.
I stood up and immediately, the door opens. I turn around and throw my hands up, trying to surrender. That typically never works in situations like this, because they think I'll turn in my powers and annihilate them. Which, has almost happened before...I hate to admit it.
