The only thought I had at the time was, 'Please let it be over soon.' Those experiments were useless; I wasn't going to become any more gifted if what you called what I had gifted. They were lucky I didn't rip their throats out the moment they took me out of the cage they kept me in; of course I was too heavily drugged to do much of anything anyway.
Of course that's the past, and I am no longer living in the past, I'm living in the present. I guess I should tell you how I managed to escape; I never really was good at starting from the beginning. Well here goes my story of my life.
It was during one painfully long experiment when I began to lose my light. I was losing my will to live. Those stupid white coats were winning. I remember so much blood. It was everywhere. I had seen blood many times but this blood was mine. It scared me until I started to block it out. Of course, that helped none at all with trying to stay conscious. I tried to open my eyes. I couldn't; they felt so heavy. The darkness was closing in on me. I was being pulled in, not that I was struggling; I gladly accepted it. It was with my last breath that I completely blacked out
There was light. It was everywhere. That's what I remember the most about death. It wasn't terrible, it wasn't even sad. I had lived my life and I was happy. As I was being pulled into the light deeper I heard a voice. That voice soon turned into many voices. My first thought was, oh there really are angels, but why didn't they help me get away from the school. My next thought was oh no I'm still in the school!
I tried to get away from the light afraid the white coats were at the end of it. Only now I know I was going the wrong way if I really wanted to die. Which, now, I don't, but we'll get to that later.
Right at that moment, I opened my eyes. It may have only been a slit, but I could still see. I mysterious face stared at me. I didn't fear it though. Somehow, that face seemed familiar. Sadly I didn't recognize the boys' 17 year old face until much, much later