"Jerk."
"Brat!"
"Tyrant."
"Punk." A new voice jumps in to the argument. I spun around to face the new voice.
"You stay out of this!"
"Screw you!"
"I'm warning you!" My voice rose dangerously higher as my supervisors kept on infuriating me, even though it is not possible. Maybe it is because of their presence or I'm edgy at the moment.
Just a while ago, I'm in my own 'room' reading childish stories such as Winnie the Pooh or Spot then those two knocked down the door rudely and let themselves in.
Because I live in a library, of course I don't carelessly leave my things lying around for anyone to look at. They caught me eavesdropping to something I wasn't supposed to hear. An old aged woman told a story to a girl about my age. After that we started insulting each other. Not a good thing for a four-year-old, I know. But that's just how I get by.
"You can't fool us, Jinx. Admit it; you have nowhere to go, not even to your stupid little home!"
"I still can, Even, Dilan, I'll prove it to you ten years from now that I still have what it takes!"
The door opened without any knocking while the three of us continue to bicker, not caring who comes through the broken door. There stood Xehanort dressed in a scientist lab coat. He looks at the scene and shook his head in disapproval. "Again? Ienzo sent me to tell you two to bring the 'experiment', but I guess my work is cut off for me." He sat down in a lounge chair, watching us amused.
"So what is it now this time?" Xehanort was the first person I met when I arrived at the lab. He had been so kind to me and made me feel welcome; I knew I could trust him with my secrets and problems.
"To see if I can regain what is stolen from me in a decade." I respond. He waves his hand to dismiss the two behind me.
He put both of his hands on my shoulders then kneeled so he's up to my eye level. "You know how much this means to him. Just wait a little bit longer and we'll let you go."
"Yeah while you're at it, might as well erase my memories." My best friend frowns.
"Are you sure? Knowing you are different from most kids your age has what you'll never get in ten years."
I shrugged it off, glared at him, and look away.
"At least keep some memories to make you pursue further into eternity."
"You should remove my parent's existence."
"But they…"
"They call me wretched child, a curse. I was not meant to exist!"
That is one topic a baby wouldn't forget. A prophet told them while my 'mom' was pregnant for five months with me that I will bring destruction to the world. Both of them planned to kill me the moment I was born rather than do abortion but somehow I survived by a savior.
Never get to meet that person but if I ever did meet that person again, I would show him or her my gratitude.