I do these things because I want to.

Not because some person told me to.

Not because I'm somebody's tool.

I do these things for my own good. I don't want to hurt you.

Because ever since I ran out of that factory, people started fearing me.

It doesn't feel good. I get this sort of gut-wrenching feeling inside of me. Kind of like...

..Pain. It comes back. I'm scared now.

What do I even do with myself? Nobody wants a freak like me. Especially when the subject has flaming hair and huge violet eyes and-

I'm not normal. Never have been.

Wait.

I... hear something.

Two men, each with huge muscles crawling up their arms and wearing those huge cut-off tank tops storm into the alley.

They're carrying big sticks and have tattoos plastered all around their arms.

I start shrinking into a corner, scared, really scared, because I know they've come for me and I don't want to go back. Suddenly, they start traipsing down the alley, down, flashing beams of light everywhere and...

"HEY!"

I'm already up and running.

"Don't let her get away!"

I can hear them, they're coming. Running, running, running...

My mind's not alert enough and I madly run around a few alleyways until I stop, slam into a brick wall and drop to the floor. Ears ringing and head muddled.

I'm just conscious enough to watch them hold a big bag above my head - "This'll do" - before it drops over my head and I see nothing.

My last thought is that I wish I was a normal kid.

But I'm not.

Especially from that day when I started to look into people's minds.