Confinement. That's what they call it.
'Confinement' wouldn't be the word I would use though. Maybe prison? Or 'torture-by-solitude'?
Trapped in a small, stark white room, this feels like torture. I've lost track of how long I've been in here. It could be a week, a month for all I know.

But I don't.

Twice a day, (or what I assume is a day) the door slides open, and a plate of plain, tasteless food is handed to me. I don't eat. I can't. The only thing I could possibly focus on is that day. That day when the impossible flames of fire shot out of my hands, and exploded a frikin jail cart!!

I am not a trouble maker. I am a model citizen (at least for an Unmentionable). I am a good worker....heck I'm a good person! There is no way I deserve to be locked up in confinement! This had to be a mistake. I didn't incinerate anything. I didn't shoot fire. I didn't do anything. This is a mistake.

In my countless hours of Confinement, I come up with countless theory's to explain.....the occurrence. Somebody with an actual gift was standing behind me, and it just looked like I did it. Or maybe somebody temporarily transferred this ability onto me! Or maybe the jail cart just got set on fire, and it just looked like I had done something!

The possible explanations continue to roll in, and I wish I had something to write them down with. I distract myself from the possibility that maybe this wasn't a mistake.....that I am something unordinary after all. But still.....the idea haunts me day and night. It plagues my every breath-my every terrified thought.

If I could take it all back, I would. I wouldn't have walked down the street with Killia that day, or jumped out of the way of that stupid poop she levitated at me. I would have stayed safe.....stayed ordinary and have been happy about it. Well, happy enough in any case. Of course my life wasn't perfect as an Unmentionable. Far from it actually. But I could have lived as an Unmentionable until I died one way or another. Here....trapped in this solid, glaring white box, I can barely breathe, let alone survive!

I hate it here. I really, really do.

When the woman in grey walks in one day, I am curled in a corner, head in my dirty hands.

"Get up," she snarls. When I don't move, she grabs a fistful of my strawberry-blonde hair and yanks me to my feet.

Tears of pain prick my eyes, and I stare intently at my hands-hanging limply down my sides.

Why is this happening!

"Name?" The woman barks harshly, a simple word slicing me to the bone with fear. I try to speak, open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I can't move, I can't breathe. A tear slips out of my eye, and I can't even wipe it away. I'm paralyzed.

The woman, ever impatient, takes me by my shoulders, shaking me violently.

"When I speak, I expect you to answer me is that clear!" She shouts. I nod several times.

"Now, what is your name?" She asks once more. Maybe it is my imagination, but she seems less angry.

Thank goodness.

"Elixir," I choke out, my voice ragged and infused with terror.

The woman takes a step back, scrutinizing me with a piercing gaze.

"Elixir..." She mumbles to herself, still looking me up and down.

"You're the fire girl?" The woman barks suddenly, making me flinch.

"I don't know!"

A second tear slips down my face, and I bury my face in my hands. I'm not the fire girl! I don't even know who I am anymore, never less what I am!

I can't do this. I can't.

"Come with me." The woman sighs, taking a step towards me.

I take a step back.

A hand closes tightly over my arm, long fingernails biting into my skin. A new wave of panic washes over me, and I begin to scream, sobbing and wrestling my way out of the woman's grip.

I have never been this terrified in my life, and it is getting to me. All I can think about is the woman, and how much I do not want to go to wherever she wanted to take me. She is not taking me home-that I am sure of.

I wish I were home. Back in my dingy shack, with Killia and her mother, eating a bowl of rice, and laughing over a cup of lukewarm tea. I want that back so badly.

A sharp prick, and pain radiates from my neck, down into the rest of my body. Letting out an animalistic wail, I sink to my knees. And then I'm flat on the floor, my eyelids sinking as though there were weights attached to them.
I try to fight the ensuing blackness, but I cannot. There is no way out. There is never a way out.

I'm back! And thrilled about it! I hope you guys are managing to stay cool (somehow!) and having a wonderful summer :).

Question of the day.....what is the scariest thing you have ever done?

I actually don't know. I don't get scared by things easily! I guess probably freestyle dancing in front of hundreds of people for the first time? I don't know...I haven't done anything super scary haha!

What about you?

Next update soon!

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