Walking through the forest alone. There's a thunder-clap, and I jumped. I was new to this. I was who I'm now. A scared cat... Alone... Then, I was human... Or was I ever human? I don't know.. I woke up, just one day, in a box. I opened the box, and took in the scene around me, and it wasn't beautiful. Blood covered the walls, and there were sharp tools everywhere. I look around, using my eyes, of course. But there was one problem. I couldn't open my mouth. Why? Why couldn't I open what belonged to me? I was new to life, and I was an amateur. I tried to figure out what I was doing. I tried to figure out why I was there. I couldn't close my eyes, because when I did-they would ache. But keeping them wide open like that had the same result. I couldn't keep them half way, it made everything 10 times worse. I couldn't understand why I couldn't move my arms, or even my legs. An entire dictionary of words had seemed it had been into my brain. The only conclusion I had, was that I had been tied down.

That wasn't the least of my worries. I realized I actually couldn't even feel my body at all. I couldn't feel anything except the undeniable pain in my eyes... Like someone had stuck a needle through them, you know? Or have you never felt that before? I soon accepted that I wasn't tied down. I noticed that not being able to feel my body was simply just an attraction. Or... Not attraction... Just a feature, kind of. No... That doesn't make sense either... I can't think of any way to describe it. But I was quick to remember that since I couldn't feel my body, maybe it was moving, but I couldn't tell... No, that wasn't the case. I couldn't move my head at all. I tried to look both sides, but I saw nothing.

I realize just now that I am purely an idiot. I literally stated that I opened the box. But how? If I can't move my body then it must've been telekinesis, right? But why would I be able to move what I want, when I can't do anything else? "You're awake." I heard a low growl. "You're not supposed to be awake." the voice spoke again. "You're being bad... Go back to sleep-unless you want to feel pain all over." my first instinct, was to try to sleep. But I couldn't. It wouldn't happen. "Pain it is then..." It felt like a poke at first... But then my body exploded in pain. I felt myself start to cry. "Don't cry!" I felt my eyes get wiped. "Your name, girl, is Cheyenne, and you, are very special!"

Special? What did he mean by "special"? What was this freak going to do to me? I still couldn't talk, and I could finally move my body. But it was a terrible idea to try.

"Don't worry. It can go away, as long as you do as you're told."

Please! Make it go away! I'll do anything!

"Now close your eyes and count to ten."

I closed my eyes... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... I held my breath. 10...

When I woke up next, some pain shot through my body, but not enough. I sat up, not numbed anymore. If I was ever human, my life must've been terrible. I don't know of anything that may or may not have happened. Why can't it go away? Why couldn't I be normal? Like all the countless people I've wanted to kill? They've been normal their entire lives, but I... I'm just a girl.. I'm just what he calls me. I was, indeed, a freak... I was indeed someone you don't want to mess with. "Cheyenne." I heard my name. My head snapped in that direction. "Cheyenne, dear, you will never be human.. You will never be mortal... You will always be my creation."

Is that what he will call me? His 'creation'? CREATION?! How dare he call me what I am not? How can I be a creation? I was human-I will be human! I swear on this day that I will never be "his creation"!

Boy... Was I wrong..