User:PrismParadox

Prism

I've never been normal. My schizophrenic life always prevented that. No matter how hard I tried it would always come up. I would randomly jump because of a black shadow that lunged towards me- reaching out with long tendrils. I would scream in the middle of classes because something popped up in front of me. The medication soon got rid of this making a normal life easier to grasp. All through middle school I've been pretty popular. A lot of friends, teachers loved me, boys didn't see me as a slut but as one of them.

Life was good. Then in high school things just got better. It wasn't like the movies where everyone gangs up on the popular kid. No. Not at all. Actually my best friend, Marissa and I were always loved. No one hated us. We were always on top.

In sophomore year, everything changed. Marissa and I were both nominated for homecoming Queen and she convinced me to join decorating committee. I thought it would be fun and quickly agreed. I was assigned to put up decorations while she was told to make posters. As I hung a heavy metal star from the ceiling, I felt a jolt then I was falling.

There's something about falling that almost feels blissful. It almost felt like I was flying or floating. Then my body smacked the gym floor and I felt a searing pain in my chest. I screamed. The pain only intensified. The edges of my were crowded with the shadows. They were rapidly filling my vision. The last thing I remember is Marissa running toward me and yelling for help.

I woke up surrounded by four people in a semicircle around a bed that I was now sitting up in. The shadows were everywhere. My eyes glossed over with the sheer number of them. They filled the room from the floor to the roof. These people were just standing amongst them as if they weren't there.

"Hello, Prism. I'm your doctor, Dr. Matthews. How are you feeling?" A heavyset man with graying brown hair asked me.

"Why am I here?" I asked

"Well you took a terrible fall while helping out for your school dance." I thought back. I fell? I couldn't have fallen. Gymnastics for almost seven years takes away any chance of that happening. Then I remembered the jolt.

"I didn't fall." I muttered to myself. "I was pushed..." My mind whirled trying to make sense of it all. Then I felt a dull ache in my chest and winced.

"Nonsense! Don't worry your self with that anyway. Now, when you fell, a large metal star plunged into your chest. The tip broke off leaving it dangerously close to your heart. We took out as much as we could but while we were operating, some pieces may have broken off but not enough that we would need to go back into the operating room." He laughed and the other three people in the room did too. After he stopped laughing and composed himself, he went on with what happened. "After the surgery we but you in a drug induced coma. While you were under we did a brain scan to make sure that there was no head trauma."

"What we found was... Strange to say the least." He paused. "See, your brain waves weren't normal for someone in a coma. They were rigid and irregular." He motioned for the other three people and a woman wearing a navy blue suit spoke first.

"My name is Hope O'Brien. I am the scientist at Fairwood Institute. This," she motioned to a thin man with stubble and kind eyes. "Is James, our therapist. And he," she waved to a man with broad shoulders, black hair, and a cold stare. "Is Kevin, your new doctor."

"New doctor? Am I being transferred? To Fairwood?" I asked shocked. Fairwood was an institute for people in straight jackets. Not for someone who just was assaulted.

"Yes. Your parents sighed off on it. You will be leaving today." Dr. Matthews said smiling and walking out the door. I gawked as everyone left. The only one who stayed was James although I suppose that was his job.

"You'll get through this. I promise." He said smiling. Then in all of my sixteen years the shadows did something they had never done before. They spoke. All at once. They spoke at different times but it was the same message.

"He's lying, he's lying, he's lying." It's been three weeks from that day. I'm in a straight jacket and a white padded room. They've made it a habit to run tests on me. Their favorite has been a shock test. Any time I do something out of line, I'm shocked with some electric purple plasma. Soon, I learned to love the stuff.

I love the feeling of the electricity coursing through my veins, wrapping around my bones. I even learned to use it. To contort it. To save it and use it later. I honestly don't know how I do it. I always blame it on the pieces of metal that broke off of the star. I've planned a way to get out and I do it tonight. In mere hours I will be out of here.

My time in here has changed me and to me, if was for the best. My self pity turned to hate for whoever did this to me. They needed to feel what I have endured. I felt the sirens before I heard them. They started as a low rumble then rising in pitch and volume.

The plasma hit me. I took it all. I captured it as the shadows grew bigger. After ten seconds they were done shocking me and I was ready. Absolutely ready. My eyes burned and a laugh escaped from my throat. Then from my chest a long, white rod of pure electricity hit the wall, leaving it in burning embers. The people behind it were crushed. Among them were Kevin and Hope. They watched me 24/7. Only James went home. Everyone on the night shift was soon gone, burned to death. The smell of burning flesh spread through the air as I walked to my school. I knew who did this to me. I knew it.

When I arrived at the school it was around nine fifteen. I put a message in her locker telling her to meet me in the gym in ten minutes and to wear her ever so amazing crown. She was there not a minute late. Her eyes widened then turned into a glare when she saw me.

"What are you doing here?" She growled. "This is my school now. Not yours." I smiled slightly.

"So it was you. My best friend tried to kill me for popularity." I giggled. "How beautiful." I paused and grinned at her showing all of my teeth. "Mmm. Pity that all of your tries failed, because here I am! Alive! Walking! Happier than ever before!" I laughed, terrible chokes of breath. "And now," I said still laughing. "You get what you deserve." A sinister smile crept into my face. I raised my hand so my palm faced her.

The rod was trained on her as it flew. It crashed as it hit her. The colors were beautiful. Vibrant yellows and pinks and oranges shined from her body as her skin now was scorched black. After the brilliant light show, all that was left were her bones, her bloodied head, singed hair and a charred, melted crown. My smile grew as I gripped the crown and ripped it from her bloody scalp. I let it rest on my head with a satisfied grin and stumbled out of the gym.