Breaking Free

Disclaimer : I sadly don't own glee.

2001 - On my own.

''Being on your own is like a single star, without the others you shine brighter, but some don't want to shine, some don't want to blend in but rather fall in the shades of others.''

Seven years, it had been seven long years now that I've been here. Locked away from civilization. Nobody who knows that I'm a life, crazy huh. You're a living human been but you're unknown, you're existence is mere fiction to those from the outside. Better yet, I'm like a living spirit, yes it sounds crazy, a living spirit. It's like I'm breathing and I'm here but only a few people know that I exist the rest has no clue. It's been seven years since they took me away from my mother, seven long years that I've been locked up in an empty, large cold chamber the walls were bare and gray, there were no windows in the wall and a barley noticeable door with a doorknob. Like a prison cell, you can go in but you can't go out. The ground was like the gray empty walls and the only thing that showed life in the cold room was me. My posture, breathing and movement was all that showed life.

It's weird, isn't it? Somebody can take you away and nobody has a clue. My birth never was official and to top it the government can do this without getting caught, awful, isn't it. It was when I was five years old that I asked the people around here who I am or what, because I deserve to know the truth and nothing but the truth. That's what I expected, instead they twisted my words and made me train harder and harder so hard my bones creaked.

It was like a military training, only worse.

They taught me talking, walking and history, they taught me the basics of life how to fight and obey. I was trained as a machine. A human machine. But I was stubborn I always was and I think I always will be. I never stopped trying to put one and one together and that's what I did, slowly it build up to two and two and before I knew it the truth came poring out. It were the little things that I glued together, the small things that showed me big cases. Very soon I found out that there was indeed more than the cold room I was sitting in and that there are more life forms than the people among me. But the most important of it all, there are more people like me.

It was eight months ago that I really figured out the truth and to think about it - it was the thing that brought me here in the first place - that made me see the light. My powers developed eight months ago gaining an ''extra ear'' I could hear everything they said, I heard their voices through ten meter thick walls and conversations kilometers far away. As I got older, the distance enlarged, I began to hear voices from all over the world, it were cry's of help asking me to save them. Asking for my help, I heard gunshots, knifes digging their way in a body, an incredible amount of pain. I heard many people screaming, crying, begging. Literally unbearable, but what could I do? How can I help others if I can't even help myself.

So as I heard them speak on the other side of the chamber I figured out the truth;

''Her powers are developing, unless we find a way to control her she will rebel against us. What should we do?'' The voice was similar to Stefanie, an incredibly sweet woman. She was like a mother to me always standing up for me, being helpful, sweet, she told me that I most certainty should never give up and always listen to their needs. She was so sweet.

I hate Stefanie.

''Quiet Stef, it will be fine. She doesn't remember nothing from her mother, the doctors and everything that took place years ago she was just a baby. She sees us as her family, we're her family, remember? She'll price us. So whatever you do keep her happy. Once we are ready to improve the chip we can plant it in her. All our worries will be over.'' Johnson said being his distasteful self.

I really thought of them as my family, my only family.

I thought..

There was sighing, ''you're probably right. I'm just really worried. Besides, Stephen, Damian and Marie spotted different energy fields on the date base.''

''What? Others, that means that there are more like her. That's great news.''

''That's for sure, the problem is that it will take at least one year before we know exactly where to place the force fields. The energy that propagates itself is not as strong as hers,''

''It doesn't matter,'' interrupted Johnson, '' find them and do it as quickly as possible.''

I switched their voices of putting everything they said in a line. I realized that I have a mother whom certainty doesn't remember me, that there are more people like me, that Stefanie can't be trusted (never trust a pretty face) and that the people who I call family aren't near that stage, they don't even come close. No wonder the courses were so hard. I knew I wasn't here in my own free will, that feeling biting in my pit was like a warning, every day that they told me what to do, it never seemed right.

I'm a prisoner, and god knows what they want to do with that chip they're talking about.

I shook my head furiously to wring the thoughts out of me when the sound of the buzzer zoomed. The sound echoed softly through the walls almost inaudible. But the quiet room where I was sitting in made sure to let me hear every pitch. The door slowly opened, and the friendly face of Stefanie appeared in the opening. Or better said, back-stabbing-lying-ass-bitch.

''Hi, Rachel, are you ready for your workout,'' she had a sickening grin on her face one that I would enjoy hitting of her.

I wish that escaping wouldn't be as hard, knowing that I'm one person against thousands off people - who probably know how to end me - isn't an easy task. I know that with my powers I could likely defeat them but one bullet can still kill me, I'm magical not immortal.

''I'm coming,'' I said softly while I stood up, my brown locks of hair falling past my shoulders and placing my tan arms along my side. I adjusted my yoga pants so my sign wouldn't be seen. It was a tattoo that was right above my uterus a number that said 350. According to them it's a sign of their secret base.

For me it's a sign of slavery, for ever on my skin.

I shuffled after her on my way to an endless training, hoping for a way out even though I'm scared to take the chance. It all comes down to the fact that I don't dare to do it on my own. How am I going to escape from the government? And even if it works, how am I going to survive in a world that's been ruled by the government. I'm on my own, and that fact, sucks.

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