I still remember how it happened. Another day of mother giving me shots to improve my thinking skills. I was becoming less and less sure that was the reason I was getting them though. After the shots, she put a brain activity reader on my head and asked me to concentrate on different objects. Sometimes a pencil, sometimes a golf club. Every time she got mad at me and locked me away, even though I tried my hardest to concentrate right. I hate that room. She locked me in there all night long, alone, on the dark, damp, cold stone that hurt my knees. It was hard to breathe when I was locked away. On this day, she led away from the normal concentration room and took me to a car in a closed off garden. I hadn’t been outside in my life, only stuck my head through slightly open windows, so I marvelled at the sunlight hurting my eyes, the air being full and cool, the rustle of trees nearby, as mother asked me to concentrate on the car. I did so, mother looked just as disappointed as usual. She told the big men to take me back there, because I’d misbehaved. They came towards me, and panic flooded my brain. I ran over the car to the concrete walls, trying to escape, but my hands slipped off the walls as I tried to climb over them. They came towards me, threateningly raising batons. They were going to take me back. I was panicked. I was angry. Then it happened.

“NO!” I screamed as energy pulsated through my veins and projected outwards. I knocked everyone to the ground. That’s when I noticed the blood coming from their heads. All apart from mothers. Mother stood up, brushed herself off, and hugged me with a shocked face.

“You did it! You did it! I’m going to have you do so many more things!” I didn’t want to. The realisation that I’d killed 2 people dawned on me, and my legs gave way. Tears flooded from my eyes, and mother gave me a stern look.

“You did a GOOD thing. I’ll lock you in the dark room if you don’t stop.” Out of nowhere, the energy returned. I forced myself out of her arms and she froze in place. Not dead, just stuck. Then I ran. I ran and ran and I didn’t look back. I haven’t used my magic since. I’ve just been running from place to place, desperately hoping they don’t find me. I’ve cut a tracker out my arm and sat in so many abandoned houses. I look out the window, and mother is stepping out a white van.

The energy returns.