Everything is so dizzy. What is happening? My eyes focus, and everything is white. I am sitting in a white chair in front of a white desk in a room with white walls. On the desk is a white spoon. I notice a white door to the side of me, but it has no handle. How did I get here? I am confused untill, my memories come flooding back to me. I start to bawl. Why am I alive!? Where is my family? Did they even survive? Rage runs through my veins. Why am I here, I need to go find them!! Suddenly the spoon shirivels up, bends, and twists in ways I didn't think were possible. In shock I sit there, eyes as wide as baseballs. Did I do that? I focus my attention to the desk. I think of my dad's grave before the bomb and how beautiful it was. The desk snaps in in half, as my heart beat speeds up. Then I get an idea. I focus on my memories, my little sister crying as she looks back from the car window. My mom cupping her face mouthing it is going to be alright. A tear drop rolls down my face and the door crumbles like paper. I sprint out of the room as fast as I possibly can. I seems like I have been running forever but I can't stop. I have to find them. I break down in tears as my legs give out. A peculiar man is walking near me in a tuxedo. Once he is right in front of me, he reaches out his hand. With my tear stained face I look up to him. I realize where his face is meant to be is a flat slate. I scream and he forces me up by my arm. In my struggling I realize I have been in a straight jacket the entire time. A white straight jacket. My screams echo off the hall way. He or it I should call it pulls me to a wall. It puts it's hand against the wall and a door appears. As the door swings open, I look in. Inside are more than hundred of the same faceless men in tuxedos. But unlike the first, all of their tuxedos are completely white. "Let me go!!" I yell. As the sea of faceless men parts, I can see a real man standing in the middle."Hello." The man speaks with a very thick British accent. "Why am I here!?" I cry out.  Struggling from the creatures grip I break out of the straight jacket with unimaginable strength. I stare with wonder at my hands. Why do I have this power? The man smirks "That is why you are here." He points at my hands. "Imagine how many things humanity could do with your power."
"Did anybody even survive?"  I ponder.
"Well the government knew about it hours before, so we hid in bunkers.."
"What!" I accuse, "You could have saved billions but you didn't!" He waves his hand. "There are important matters." I think of my sister's tears. I burst in rage, "You monster!!" I twist is arm behind his back without moving an inch. He yelps in pain. As the faceless creatures surround him to help, I run as far away as I can out of the hall before they notice. As far as I run all I can see are white walls. I remember what the it did to open it I put my palm against the wall as I sprint searching for any door. After about 20 minutes of running. A door pops open. I push open the slightly ajar door. Inside is a girl slumped over on a white chair under a white desk. Just like my own there is a spoon on the desk. She looks exhausted. I walk over and slowly shake her awake. She stares at me, eyes swollen from crying. I ask her "How long have you been here?" She replies,"Two days!Two whole days! They haven't fed me, gave me water, and I miss my family! I just want to go home!!!" She yelled so loud that the spoon immediately shattered into small barely see-able pieces and the desk's wood cracks. Her face looked exactly like mine when I found out about my power. "We are getting out of here" I declare.