Chapter 2
She could remember everything like it happened yesterday, when in fact they were the yesterdays of passed years. She could remember when she was just a child and living in this same building. She was about two or three years old when she was brought here, and back then she had a pretty good memory of her mother and father. But now, she didn't have anything of them.
Except for her abnormalities that they gave her at her birth. The scars—which in fact were not scars—that lined her cheeks, the strange symbol on her neck, and there was the final thing that gave her the nickname "Kat": a long, slender, black tail. It was unique, yet hideous at the same time. She could control it like her arm or leg, but it was also extremely sensitive.
She could remember the first time someone actually pulled her tail. She couldn't remember what had happened afterwards, but she remembered waking up and feeling satisfied with herself. As for the kid who pulled her tail...well... she never saw him again.
She could also remember getting strange looks when she would talk to people. She never understood why until one day she realized that sometimes their mouths weren't moving but she could still hear their words. She was a telepath and whether she got it from her parents or not, she was still known as a freak.
Suddenly, something seemed to click in her mind. She looked around and noticed that she wasn't in the same room as before. She was downstairs now, close to the cafeteria. Her head began to throb and her muscles ached from an unknown tension.
She suddenly heard a few screams towards her left and saw that they were shrieking at her. She was confused at first, but then after taking a thorough look around, she saw that they were not screaming at her.
Puddles of blood were scattered along the white tiled floor of the hallway, and some was spattered on the walls. She saw the bodies of Zalo's gang spread in different positions on the floor. It looked like Zalo was the only one breathing...
A rush of panic swept over her like a tidal wave. She heard more footsteps coming, heavy footsteps. Teachers...maybe they can tell me what happened...
A few teachers busted through the door. Some reeled back as a response, while the others looked with horror. One was pointing at her and yelling, but she didn't need to hear his words.
They were blaming her.
And there was only one thing that she could do...
Run!! Her mind told her. She obeyed and bolted out of there. Out of the place that she called home for most of her life. Out of the dull, dreary orphanage and into real life.
Of course, as soon the big doors closed behind her, she stopped to look around. She could hear the distant sirens of the police cars coming closer. Keep going!! She obeyed again, seeing as there was nothing else that she could do. She took off again, down the main road.
People seemed to stop and stare as she ran by, but she had no time to understand why. She just had to get out of there.
She just had to get out of there.
Have to get out...
Have to get out...
She was well away from the orphanage when she began to slow down. She stopped in front of a shop with a glass window and looked at herself. She gasped and took a few steps back. "No...please no..." She finally noticed that her bandages were ripped off, revealing the scars on her cheeks. Her choker was also gone, showing the symbol on the side of her neck. Her shirt was slightly ripped in some places, but it was drenched in blood. Her pants had splotches of blood on them as well. She had slight scuff marks and bruises on her face and arms as well.
"No..." She stepped off the sidewalk. "No...I didn't do it...I couldn't have done it..."
You did and you know it...
"No..."
Yes, you did. And you're happy about it too.
She fell down on her knees in the middle of the street and rested her forehead on the blacktop. She held her head and gritted her teeth. "Stop it..."
You hated them. You hated the fact that they picked on you. They made fun of you, and you took care of them.
"Stop it... Please...stop it...I—"
You hate them, and you also hate yourself. You hate your markings, you hate your tail. You hate being able to read minds, but most of all...you hate the fact of not being normal.
"STOP IT!!!!!"
She suddenly felt a major pain on the side of her neck, and she fell into darkness.