Satisfactory Essays
For the record, I hate this city. Dirty, crowded, chaotic. Unfortunately, everyone else seems to flock here. Which is why it became like it is. A mass population cannot exist within such a small square mile area without such side effects. A bustling metropolis of technology and economy exudes lights and pace, but it is always the darkness I see, hiding in the dark alleys, creeping in the shadows to suffocate city dwellers with sorrow and decay.

My mother had loved the city. She said that it had ‘character’. That’s what she called it. Yeah, like the way a sociopath has ‘character’. Before the accident, I think I liked it here. I am sure that at one time I found it very interesting and liberating. But a lot has changed since then. I have changed. I have the scar on my skull from the accident to prove my survival. The banner of my tragedy. The secret marking of… my gift. And now this city is my prison. It is the everyday reminder of my mother’s death, how I could not save her, and the irony of what I cannot understand. I feel trapped here, and I can barely breathe.

Someone slammed into me from behind, and I sighed, readjusting my blazer and turning up the volume on my iPhone. I absolutely hated riding the subway. It was crowded and smelled like sweat and old Chinese food and rusted metal. My only solace was the large headphones hugging my ears for dear life, allowing me my escape.

I lowered my head to look at the dirty metal floor of the subway car, letting my hair fall around my face like a dark shroud. My music blared in my ears as I closed my eyes, gripping the sticky metal pole and trying desperately to pretend that I was somewhere else.

I lifted my head as I felt the train begin to sl...

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...aze moved away, and I froze.

Across the street was a girl wearing the same school uniform I was wearing. I had never seen her before, and I knew she had never seen me. I was very good at staying invisible at my academy. Well, I used to be good at it, because now she was looking right at me. She had a strange thoughtful smile on her face as she watched me. She slowly raised her blue polished index and middle fingers to her eyes, and then pointed them at me.

I gripped my headphones tightly and slammed them back over my ears. Spinning on my heels, I turned around and began to walk back towards the subway. I shouldered the crowds aside, fighting to disappear down the street as quickly as I could. I let the ominous dark buildings and heaving crowds swallow me up. Someone knew my secret, and now it was my life that could be slipping away.
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