Luna

I woke up, the rough sheets wrapped around me. My plain white clothes lay at the end of the bed. I was awaiting the usual routine, the Testers, as I called them, would be in here soon. The thought of it made me shiver.No one ever bothered to name me, that's why I don’t really know who I am, or who anyone is the Testers call me Her, but I call myself Luna, due to the only thing that makes sense in my life, the moon.

When I was eleven I asked a Tester what it was, I think they felt sorry for me, they told me it was called the moon, or in Latin, it was luna. He told me about colours. Such beautiful colours. Fields of grass full of flowers. He told me of a perfect world, and about Magicks, about why I was here. The other Testers got angry, got angry that he was speaking to me. I never saw that Tester again. I asked where he had gone, but no one replied. For that matter, no one has spoken directly to me since. I didn’t ask questions, I didn’t speak unless I really had to. Even if I did speak, it wouldn’t matter, they didn’t answer me. The Testers always spoke as if I'm not there, and in some ways, I’m not. To them I’m just an experiment, a stupid little girl. I don’t know much. In fact, if it weren’t for that Tester, the one that's gone, I wouldn't even know how to speak. He was the first one to call me Luna. To speak to me. To be my friend.

I had powers. They are the reason I am here. They are the reason the only thing I remember of my parents is the fight; I was only five. But I was angry, my parents were arguing, again, it was so loud. Too loud for me to sleep. I was sitting on the stairs watching, they didn't even know I was there. Then he hit her. I freaked out. And everything slowed, the anger burst out of me.

“Stop!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face as my sadness revealed itself.

I focused my eyes on my dad. I felt so angry, so angry at him. I had never felt this way before. Suddenly he was against the wall, fear in his eyes. And I was doing it. I was moving him. But I was still standing on the stairs, I was nowhere near him.

“How could you?” I screamed.

I glanced at my Mum to see if she was okay. She stared at me, shock engraved into her purple eyes. That’s the only thing I remember about her, her purple eyes. Just like mine. A hand clamped onto my shoulder, somehow, without me seeing her move, my Mum had scrambled across the room, and was now trying to calm me.

“It's ok. It's ok, honey.”

But it wasn’t, I glanced at her face, I could still see the red mark, the mark of where he hit her. I could still see the pain in her eyes. But she was going to forgive him. No matter what he did. Just like she always had, she was going to forgive him.

“Please,” My Mum's voice grew quiet.

I didn’t want to, but I did it. I did it for her. That's why I agreed to come here. To the Lab. She said it would fix me. And after that we could be a family again, a normal family. I did it for her.

Some days, when I have nothing to do. I imagine my parents, what they acted like, what they looked like. Where they are and what they are like now. I imagine what it would have been like to have had friends, to have had a normal childhood. But I don’t have that, no matter what I do, I will never have that. Never.

My powers were unique. As the Testers had once said, they were one in a million. I was able to move things with my mind. They said it was easy for me and maybe it looked like it. But it had never been easy for me. Everything was tiring. And they pushed me, pushed me till I broke. I don’t know how I even got powers. No one in my family ever had them. But now they are gone. They got rid of them, and I am one of the only Ex-Magicks to have ever survived the transformation. Now I am normal. That's what they said, but how could I be normal? Then it got worse. They were testing me all hours of the day. They had to find out what it was about me that let me be ‘cured’ as they called it. I was constantly in pain.

But now I have escaped. I have escaped the lab. I have escaped the Testers. I have escaped the lies.

Now, I am free.