What if you saw your mother die? What if it was your father's fault? What if you are different? So different it makes your life terrible? That is me. Olivia. A common name to a special girl. I would love if you will comment if you like the story, and I would also like any kind of feedback :) Sorry, I misspell words, but I do not speak english normally


2. Chapter 2

I woke up in an empty room. Completely empty. I lay on the floor, and was scared as hell. There were no windows, and the only light I had come from a sterile lamp on the ceiling. The walls were gray, the same color as the concrete floor. I curled up in the corner furthest away from the big metal door. I did not even try to get out. I did not even want to know what was behind the door. All I could think about was that the men, who were somewhere behind those doors, killed my mom. My father was somewhere behind those doors. I felt the hate deep within me, and I knew it was his fault. It was all his fault. If he never had met my mother, she could be alive and happy, with a man who could be a prober husband. Even if that meant I was never born, but then my mother would be alive and happy.

As I was dreaming of a better world, the door opened. five men came in to the room, and two of them hurried to me. I got a bag over my head, and they grabbed my arms, and dragged me out of the door. The house had to be very big, because they dragged me quite a while. Finally, they dropped me, but I could feel they were only a few inches away from me. I heard a deep voice: "If you as much as think about using telekinesis on us, believe me, you will regret it immediately, Got it?" I nodded, so frightened I barely moved my head. A guard took of the bag, and I glanced around the room. It reminded me of a big Egyptian throne room. It was a big room, with a lot of natural light, but what happened inside was not visible for anyone at the outside. A big chair stood almost in the middle of the room. It was something between a throne and an office chair. In front of the chair was a huge desk. A very modern computer was placed in the corner of the desk and a phone was at the other corner. I then looked at the man in front of me. He was bald, but had a large beard. His face was a bit small, but it seemed as he had never smiled. He was dressed very formal in a suit that looked more expensive than our house. 

I got eye contact with him, and I could see the evil in his eyes. It sounds as something from a movie, but his eyes glowed of malice. he walked closer to me as he spoke: "Hello Olivia, so nice to finally meet you dear. Welcome to the headquarter. I am Taro. I have heard about your gift, and I have some business you can take care of, if you wouldn't mind?" "Do I have even have a choice?" I did not know where this sudden confidence came from, because I definitely was not confident. He just laughed: " hahaha, my dear, of course you have a choice, you just don't want to know that the alternative is". And with that he gave a guard a sign, and they opened an enormous door in the end of the room. Two other guards gave in, dragging a man through the door into the room. "Here is your first victim", Taro said. I felt my body shake as I realized what they wanted me to do. 

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