A Manipulating Day

The room is made out of tiles. The walls, the ceiling and the floor are all black. The tiles have no luster and are dull. The room is windowless, and has one light bulb that gently flickers. On the far left side of the room, lays a wooden bed, painted black. The paint is chipped and the bed is not fully covered in paint, often times the woman has to wake up to remove a splinter from uncovered areas of the bed. The bed has a black sheet, and that is all. The bed is unstable and always rocks from side to side. The room takes away all hope, and all happiness. It is boring and drab, and is not meant for any person. The woman with black hair and pale skin sits in the center of the room with her legs folded, holding a journal and a pen. She has been in this room for the past almost five years of her life, and the one thing that has kept her sane is her diary. She wears a gray baggy tee-shirt, and gray tattered pants. She hasn’t spoken a word to anyone since she got there, in fear that she’ll say something she wasn’t supposed to. Often, she thinks she has forgotten how to talk. The only time the doors open are exactly at eight in the morning and six in the afternoon. At this time, she is fed inedible food. For breakfast it is stale bread, occasionally with a piece of dried fruit. For dinner it is a piece of leftover meat and a vegetable. During the morning she is fed clouded water and for dinner curdled milk.
She spends her time counting and writing. She has counted the number of tiles on the floor, on the ceiling on the walls. She has kept track of the number of days, and hours that she has been there. She is smart and has kept track each day that she receives food, and each 365 days she marks about a year. She hasn’t stepped a ...

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...ulates his mind and causes him to bring her to the exit of the building. Now, with every bit of her power she manipulates all of the officials and guards in this building, convincing them they are supposed to let her leave. She knows that the effect will wear off in a few hours, and exits the prison, breaking into a sprint. She can’t return to her family, she can’t stay in this country because she’ll be caught. She runs to go and find a group that might not even exist, the Aberration. She has her journal in hand is hopeful that it will keep her sane, and hopes to find the people who are cast outside of the normal, the people she fits in with. She turns around for a quick second, glancing at the prison, she escaped from, the area where her family lives and says a quick goodbye. She then continues sprinting towards her unknown future, and new life with the Aberration.