28 February 2013
So this is a mini story for my main story Project 12/21
It happened when I was eight. I had no idea then, but slowly figured out as I grew older. The one thing that completely changed my life. It was a gift, but also a curse. It was amazingly beautiful, but at the same time evil. That one thing was my power. It made me…different and no longer exactly me. What it lead to ruined me, but also helped me. It was the ability to do horrible wrong, but right at the same time. Sometimes I regret ever finding out about my power. Other times I relish in the glory of how much power I had over everyone else. How I could threaten and get anything I ever wanted. If they didn’t listen, I would be able to scare them into it. Some part of me wishes that I could do just that and get everything. But another part tells me that it’s wrong, and that’s the part that usually wins. That started to change as I learned more of my power. More and more things went wrong and people were hurt. Until, finally, I was able to control it a bit. The thought of my power and what I could do with it still scared me, though. My power was the ability to save people, but also the ability to snatch life away in a matter of seconds with just one thought. --Alice Roberts
ALICE'S STORY • Opuss № I