It wasn't always this way. My life used to be perfect. I was oblivious to the cruelties of the world around me. Then it happened. They say good things come to those who deserve it. They are right. I have a gift. They call it a curse. It's what made everyone hate me and forced me to the extreme.
They call me a terrorist. I horror in the night. Someone without a soul or a conscience. A person who murders for fun.
They are wrong. I do this for them, for all people. They just need to open their eyes and see what I see. Everyone is blind but me.
I thought of what I have done and how I could've helped people open their eyes earlier. I came up blank. I did the best I could and yet nobody understands the truth.
Thinking and contemplating was the only thing I had been doing for the last while in this prison, apart from falsely answering their questions in the interrogation room. They will NEVER know my secrets and the full extent of my power.
I reflected and analyzed my glass prison for ways to escape this glass cage. My every move is watched and I have no privacy or time to myself.
They say a life lived in regret is not a life at all. What they say is true. Luckily I don't regret my crimes.
And yes
I WILL ESCAPE
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Elementa's creation
FantasyWhen a girl gains powers she looses sight of who she is and becomes a demon of destruction. That's what everyone thinks. But is she really the monster she is told to be. Or is she really a hero in her own way.
