LOSE CONTROL

CHAPTER ONE- ANGER

He wasn't supposed to blame me. 

I finally decided to finalize my outfit with  golden and black striped Versace snickers. My grey top hugged my slender body, revealing my unwanted curves. I rolled my baggy jeans slightly above my ankle, my tattoo showing. It was just a bold 'L', meaning that I was a member of the Lopez family. It's also a My makeup was sleek- I put on black eyeliner to outline my blue eyes and  make it pop, and little power to cover up my freckles.

Before I left the room I took a quick look at it. Sky had really done a great job in the decoration of the then, dump. The main window was hung beside my bed, giving light to the room and spearing the bed with dust from the sun. The bed, it was a king sized bed, professionally decorated with linen all around it. Beside the bed was a four feet standing shelf that I used to keep my books and hair brushes. Opposite it on a far end in the room hung a tall mirror, that reflected to sunlight. Beside the mirror was the ceramic door to my walk-in closet. Beside the door was a wooden brown to my toilet, then another door to my gym. On the walls hung all the Legends of the 'Lopez' family.

I shut the door and shuffled downstairs, pulling down my jeans when I saw my father alongside my mother and siblings. Sky was seated opposite Mathew. Jake was opposite Jack, Leo opposite Chloe and Max sitting opposite an empty chair, waiting for me the occupy it. I walked to the modern white chair and thumped myself on it. The aroma of the foods made my mouth watery as it slid mischievously into my nostrils. The food looked delicious- a two bowls of vegetable and fruit salad, a long tray of Mexican fish sticks were lined up with sauce slowly sliding down on each piece. Another tray of chocolate cookies along side a big bowl of egg salad, neatly tined up in rows.

I picked up the mexican sticks because it was to closest to me and ate it. It quickly melted in my mouth due to how watery it had become.

The room was drop pin silenced. My family observed table manners so well. We only talked if there was an urgent matter, beside that it was a sin to talk while eating.

My father coughed- something he rarely did, except he needed attention. We automatically looked up from our dishes and faced him.

"Gwen, how are you this morning?"
He began. Something smelled fishy, probably the fish sticks. But something else smelled fishy. He was being nice, something I rarely experienced with my father. He was not a nice person to associate with, No. He was more of a quiet and arrogant man than a nice and loving man.

I snapped out of my suspicions and answered his question
"I'm okay father. What is the problem?"

He looked defeated, like he was holding in a long breath and was forced to let it out. He huffed. "We really need to take you to the institution"

All hell broke loose. Why did he choose to bring up a topic as dangerous and deadly as this one. No, I was never going to go to the institution. I have heard that when you go there, your memory is wiped and you are no lo get yourself. Why did he want me to go there, why?

"I told you father I am not going there" I simply stated as I gently dropped my fork.

I knew exactly why he wanted me to go to the institution, he was scared. Scared of losing another of his children. Scared of losing his wife. Scared of losing himself. He thought I had turned into a monster. I knew what he thought, I was a monster.

"Gwen, end of discussing. Your going to the institution" he stated coldly. I didnt miss that trace of fear in his voice. He was scared.

"I told you I am not going to the institution"

"Its not your choice. I dont want to loose anymore of my children"

My blood boiled, my temper rose, my brain flooded, with memories of her. Dawn. My sister, my best friend, my love. And I killed her.

He knows it's not my fault that Dawn died. I lost control. It's not my fault the doctors were coming closer and closer with their medical weapons. It's not my fault that when I told her to back off she didnt. It's not my fault I was angry, sad. It's not my fault.

Everything flashed into my head. The way she walked slowly to me with a shaky voice trying to calm me down. The way I killed to doctors. The way I made a tornado. The way my tornado carried us to an abandoned island. The way I lashed my pain to her, the wind getting stronger and stronger. The way her coat danced in the wind
The way she looked at me, she was scared of dying, she knew she was going to die, we both knew. The way her eyes held pain, fear, sorrow. The way her skin turned pale and she began to cough. The way I finally shouted and she flew off the cliff.

I was not my fault. No, it wasn't. I didnt ask for the stupid powers, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to control it. It was too much for me and it was consuming my brain. It was consuming my body and mostly. It was consuming... me.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fingers into a tight fist. "Dont get angry. It's okay, it's going to be fine" I whispered to myself trying to sooth the anger, but I couldn't.

I opened my eyes and I wasn't on the chair again, rather I was floating. I would have been smiling because I was flying, but anger consumed me. I glared at father as he slowly began to rise from the seat and on the air. I was doing it. My powers were doing it. It wasn't me who controlled myself anymore, it was the monster inside me.

I blinked as orange sparkles escaped the sides of my eyes. Then, I felt my eyes burning and it was like snakes were sliding out of them. My hair lost gravity as it started the float. It was rising, above my head.

I would have been thrilled by thing outstanding transformation if not, I wasn't angry. If not he accused me of killing my own blood.

I used the power of just my mind to crack his neck and tighten his waist, so as to prevent him from breathing well. He was choking. I was choking him. Someone inside me was choking him.

"Gwen, please he is your fa-" my mom began but I cut her short.

"Father? I know he is my father. Dawn is my sister and according to father... I killed Dawn, so if I killed my sister, I can surely kill my father... right?" I spoke calmly, I almost sounded deadly.

I didnt miss to see the different trails of tears pouring from my mother's eyes and landing in her silken gown. I looked back at father, smiling devilishly.

"Say sorry and I will let you go" I said more calmly this time. I knew he couldn't say sorry, I knew that because I was choking him that he couldn't say sorry, he couldn't even breathe properly. I tighten my mental grip on his neck and he screamed. It sounded like that of Dawn's when falling from that cliff. I was beginning to like that sound. The sound of fear, regret, grieve.

"Hwen, listen. Please let dad go. I know this isn't you, I know you are being controlled" the soft voice of Sky pleaded.

"Is that all you know? Huh? You dont know how this monster got into me, do you? You dont know that in was born with this, do you?" My blood boiled.

"I dont know any of that, but I know-" sky continued, but I had no time for that. She began floating, and soon she was leveled with me and father on the air.

I summoned a knife on the dining table and it