She stares down at her hands. What did I just do, she looks at the door she just slammed. Slammed without touching it. She could hear murmurs from behind the door. "Witch" hissed the voices of other foster kids. "I knew there was something not right with her," she hears her own foster mother say. She hears a phone dialing. They're getting rid of me, again...
The next morning she walked down the stairs. Everyone tenses.
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A car shows up. Black van. Painted windows. Yup, for me, she knew, and was right. She was scared as she entered, though would never admit it. The people around her had guns. Prison? A place for creatures..? She wondered. Hours laters, they let her roll down the window, she saw a heavily guarded place, looked military... A giant 14 plastered on the side of the building they took her to, rather harshly.
A small dorm. Like a cage. She had never felt more like an animal. More like a monster. A reject. Something no one wanted. A few minutes after looking around, she was dragged to a room that looked like a science experiment gone wrong. They probed. Asked her questions she didn't understand, much less know the answer to.
At the end of the day she curled up on the old, hard mattress they provided, it was on a top bunk. She curled up , and allowed a few tears to roll down her face. A few turned into several. Several turned into silent sobs.
"I'm not a monster. I'm not an animal, or a witch,"she murmurs trying to convince herself of that. She then decided never to trust. Never to rely on anyone. It was her against the world for eternity. At least, she thought so at the time, and so it would be for another few years. Years of trying to believe she was human, and not a revolting creature society rejected....