I was always different. I know this because the day my Daddy Erin was taken away from me because he was being taken to prison for trying to kill the man who killed my Papa Shu. I know this because the moment I got to my uncle's house and I locked myself in my room. And cried hysterically for hours on end and then fell asleep. When I awoke the windows were broken and the lights had pulled themselves from the ceiling. I remember thinking 'Wow, did I do this?' I recall cheaking the room for stolen items. But there were none. 'I must of done it.' And that moment I knew I was different. And I promised myself, I would never tell anybody. I knew if someone found out I'd be taken away like Daddy Erin.
What am I? I always thought. I was never able to control my power when I was angry or scared. I tired to bar off my emotions and soon I became mostly athetic or indifferent about most things. My uncle Tohma ran a small cafe called Encounter Culture. I minded the shop sometimes. It wasn't a big deal because it was a quiet little thing on a street corner. I didn't helping Uncle Tohma out every one and a while in fact I quite enjoyed it. Anything to make me feel normal.
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Short Story / War and Military
Book / Thrillers
Article / Young Adult
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