The beginning
I remember how it began. Mother always told me to be careful, she said there were people in the world who wanted to hurt me. She raised me to defend myself and when I turn 11 she taught me how to chain myself up. Three times a week every two weeks I have to be chained to a chair with three separate material. The first is chain, iron chain, next is steel wire, third is... well I don't really know what the third is. I found out when I turned 17, last week, the third isn't material of this world. My family isn't either.
Hell.
That's what this place is. This isn't school. This place has never felt like school, I was forced to transfer here from my original school after the accident that I caused. It almost exposed my family, supposedly I am a "special" person. I'm unique in my family, the entire family bloodline. This special person caused bullies to implode on themselves, I also managed to call tigers and panthers from the local zoo to attack classmates I didn't like. The animals only stopped when I screamed for them too; I crazily asked why they did it and crazily got the response "because you asked us to".
Classes go by smoothly and there's not much to be seen before lunch. This school has never sat well with me, it's as if the teachers are waiting for something. I haven't had many incidents since the one years before, but I'm still cautious enough to follow my parents teaching. Don't let your emotions surface, bottle them up as tight as possible. Don't let anyone get to close to you, and malice could be their demise. If you can't control it, hide it. It's the only way you can live. That was before they left me. They said that they'd be back they have to "investigate" something, and just never returned.
